Moon -- Fiction; Science fiction, French -- Translations into English; Space flight to the moon -- Fiction
"That the light wherewith I had been amazed was nothing fearful, but
that it appeared almost every evening when he went his rounds, seeing
that to avoid sudden attack from the Evil Spirits, which may enter
secretly at any place, he was constrained mightily to swing his Flaming
Sword in circles, all about the bounds of the Earthly Paradise; and
that the light I had seen was the lightnings which the steel of it gave
forth. 'Those also which you perceive from your Earth,' he added, 'are
of my creation. And if sometimes you see them at a great distance, it
is because the clouds of some distant region hold themselves in such
disposition as to receive an impression of these unbodied fires, and
reflect them to your eyes; just as clouds otherwise disposed may prove
themselves fit to make the Rainbow.'
"I will not instruct you further in these matters, since to be sure the
Apple of Knowledge is not far from hence; whereof as soon as you have
eaten, you will know all things even as I. But see you make no mistake,
for most of the Fruits that hang from that Plant are encased in a Rind,
whose taste will abase you even below man; while the part within will
make you mount up to be even as the Angels."
Elijah had come to this point of the teachings of the Seraph, when
a little short man came up with us; "This is that Enoch of whom I
told you," said my guide to me apart; and even while he finished
the words, Enoch offered us a basketful of I know not what fruits,
like to Pomegranates, which he had but discovered that same day in a
distant coppice. I took some and put in my pockets, as Elijah bade me.
Here-upon Enoch asked him who I might be. "That is a matter," answered
my guide, "to entertain us at more leisure; this evening when we have
withdrawn he shall tell us himself of the miraculous particulars of his
journey."
With these words we arrived beneath a sort of Hermitage, made of
palm-branches skilfully interlaced with myrtle and orange-branches.
There I saw, in a little nook, great piles of a kind of floss-silk, so
white and so delicate that one might take it for the virgin Soul of
the snow; and I saw distaffs lying here and there; whereupon I asked
my guide what use they served. "To spin," he answered me; "when the
good Enoch would relax his mind from meditation, he applies himself
sometimes to dressing this Lady-distaff, sometimes to weaving the cloth
from which they make Shifts for the eleven thousand Virgins. Surely
in your world you have met with that something white, which flutters
on the winds in Autumn about the season of the Winter-sowings. Your
peasant-folk call it Our Lady's Cotton, but it is no other than the
Flock that Enoch purges his Linen of, when he cards it."
We made little delay there, and but barely took leave of Enoch, whom
this cabin served for his Cell; in truth what made us leave him so soon
was this: that he said some prayer there every six hours; and it was at
least that time since he had finished the last one.
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