Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and WomenMacDonald, George
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Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women
MacDonald, George
Fantasy fiction
Suddenly a great star, like a sun, appeared high in the air over the
temple, illuminating it throughout; and a great song arose from the men
in white, which went rolling round and round the building, now receding
to the end, and now approaching, down the other side, the place where
we stood. For some of the singers were regularly ceasing, and the next
to them as regularly taking up the song, so that it crept onwards with
gradations produced by changes which could not themselves be detected,
for only a few of those who were singing ceased at the same moment. The
song paused; and I saw a company of six of the white-robed men walk up
the centre of the human avenue, surrounding a youth gorgeously attired
beneath his robe of white, and wearing a chaplet of flowers on his
head. I followed them closely, with my keenest observation; and, by
accompanying their slow progress with my eyes, I was able to perceive
more clearly what took place when they arrived at the other end. I knew
that my sight was so much more keen than that of most people, that I
had good reason to suppose I should see more than the rest could, at
such a distance. At the farther end a throne stood upon a platform,
high above the heads of the surrounding priests. To this platform I saw
the company begin to ascend, apparently by an inclined plane or gentle
slope. The throne itself was elevated again, on a kind of square
pedestal, to the top of which led a flight of steps. On the throne sat
a majestic-looking figure, whose posture seemed to indicate a mixture
of pride and benignity, as he looked down on the multitude below. The
company ascended to the foot of the throne, where they all kneeled for
some minutes; then they rose and passed round to the side of the
pedestal upon which the throne stood. Here they crowded close behind
the youth, putting him in the foremost place, and one of them opened a
door in the pedestal, for the youth to enter. I was sure I saw him
shrink back, and those crowding behind pushed him in. Then, again,
arose a burst of song from the multitude in white, which lasted some
time. When it ceased, a new company of seven commenced its march up the
centre. As they advanced, I looked up at my master: his noble
countenance was full of reverence and awe. Incapable of evil himself,
he could scarcely suspect it in another, much less in a multitude such
as this, and surrounded with such appearances of solemnity. I was
certain it was the really grand accompaniments that overcame him; that
the stars overhead, the dark towering tops of the yew-trees, and the
wind that, like an unseen spirit, sighed through their branches, bowed
his spirit to the belief, that in all these ceremonies lay some great
mystical meaning which, his humility told him, his ignorance prevented
him from understanding.
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