“You ...” said the man. “What shall I call you? I do not know your
name. I have always called you just ‘you.’ In all the bad days and
worse nights, for I did not know if I should find you again, I always
called you only, ‘you’.... Will you tell me, at last, what your name
is?”
“Maria,” answered the girl.
“Maria.... That should be your name ... you did not make it easy for me
to find my way to you, Maria.”
“And why did you seek your way to me? And why do you wear the blue
linen uniform? Those condemned to wear it all their life long, live in
an underground city, which is accounted a wonder of the world in all
the five continents. It is an architectural wonder—that is true. It
is light and shining bright and a model of tidiness. It lacks nothing
but the sun—and the rain—and the moon by night—nothing but the sky.
That is why the children which are born there have their gnome-like
faces.... Do you want to go down into this city under the earth in
order the more to enjoy your dwelling which lies so high above the
great Metropolis, in the light of the sky? Are you wearing the uniform,
which you have on to-day, for fun?”
“No, Maria. I shall always wear it now.”
“As Joh Fredersen’s son?”
“He no longer has a son ... unless—you, yourself, give him back his
son.”
* * * * *
Behind them, in a vault that was shaped like a pointed devil’s-ear,
one man’s hand was laid upon another man’s mouth.
“It is written,” whispered a laugh: “Therefore shall a man leave his
father and his mother and cleave unto his wife....”
* * * * *
“Won’t you understand me?” asked Freder. “Why do you look at me with
such stern eyes? You wish me to be a mediator between Joh Fredersen and
those whom you call your brothers.... There can be no mediator between
heaven and hell who never was in heaven and hell.... I never knew hell
until yesterday. That is why I failed so deplorably, yesterday, when I
spoke to my father for your brothers. Until you stood before me for the
first time, Maria, I lived the life of a dearly loved son. I did not
know what an unrealisable wish was. I knew no longing, for everything
was mine.... Young as I am, I have exhausted the pleasures of the
earth, down to the very bottom. I had an aim—a gamble with Death: A
flight to the stars.... And then you came and showed me my brothers....
From that day on I have sought you. I have so longed for you that I
should gladly and unhesitatingly have died, had somebody told me that
that was the way to you. But as it was, I had to live and seek another
way....”
“To me, or to your brothers...?”
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