Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the LordAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the Lord
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Christian fiction; Jesus Christ -- Fiction
Two slaves now came forth, the first carrying in one hand a bucket of
water and in the other a covered basket; but the second bore a chafing‐
dish. Now all voices were hushed, for the exorcist stepped into the middle
of the chamber. “Many,” he said, “of my profession pretend to drive out
evil spirits, but they do not perform what they promise. But that ye may
perceive how far Theudas the son of Eleazar differeth from such common
vagrants and impostors, I shall not only cast out this unclean spirit, but
I shall also give you proof thereof which ye shall see with your own
eyes.” He then bade the slaves place the bucket upon a shelf in the room
where all could see it; but the basket and chafing‐dish were set in the
midst of the circle.
Perchance the boy began to understand in part that the exorcist was
speaking of him; or it may be that from his father’s anxious mien and
troubled countenance he conjectured that some new thing was at hand. For
he leapt from the ground, and shrieked, and blasphemed God, uttering
obscene words, tearing his hair, and marring his cheeks with his nails;
and but for the two keepers on either side of him he would assuredly have
rent off his garments; and even with all their efforts they had much ado
to hinder him.
But the exorcist threw a few leaves and fragments of root on the chafing‐
dish, muttered a charm, waved his wand, and then waited as though for an
answer. Then frowning, he waved his wand a second time, and repeated a
louder charm, stamping his foot on the ground, and then waited again. A
deep silence fell on all in the chamber, insomuch that no one ventured so
much as to draw breath; and even the boy ceased from his struggles and
stared amazedly at the exorcist. But he, now standing upright and
manifesting in his face that he had received an answer from the unclean
spirit, turned from us to the possessed, and fixing his eye full upon his
face, he cried in a loud voice, “Thou unclean spirit, thine hour is come.
Thy name is revealed unto me, and thy shape likewise. In vain thou wouldst
evade my sight, assuming the semblance of a long black worm. Lo! by the
mysterious power of King Solomon’s ring and these strong roots I will draw
thee out of the poor boy’s nostrils in the presence of this assembly: and
when I say the word, thou, obedient to my commands, shalt leave the body
which thou defilest, and, in thy passage, thou shalt overturn yonder
vessel of water. Dost hear me? Thy name is Ialdabaoth.”
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