Religious disputations -- Fiction; Short stories, Australian
Merodach went forth unto Eden, and with him there went his wives and his
concubines, his poets and his pastry-cooks, his falconers, his
flute-players, and his players upon the viol, his bow-men and his
spearmen; and the number of those who followed him were ten thousand and
ten, without counting the mule-drivers, and the camel-drivers, and the
drivers of elephants. And the noise of their going filled the whole
land, and a great cloud of dust went up from their feet. Bagoas rode
with Merodach upon the King's elephant, whose tusks were studded with
precious stones, and who had jewels in his ears, and Bagoas spoke wisely
unto the King.
"Man is naturally vain," said Bagoas. "He believes always that he has
finally explained the universe, and that nothing remains for him but a
life of virtue, and the approbation of a God, who shall exalt him above
his fellows. But it seems to me, O King, that all human systems of
religion and philosophy have the same nature as the system of a fakir
whom I once met in the desert. He told me that the world was supported
by a pillar of adamant, which was borne by an elephant, who stood upon
the back of a tortoise."
"And what supported the tortoise?" enquired Merodach curiously.
"When I asked him that question, O King, he answered that it was a holy
mystery, that the question was blasphemous in itself, and that all
answers were equally heretical."
The Queen Parysatis rode with the court poet upon another elephant, and
the poet, whose name was Mekerah, made delicate songs for her.
"The old look upon the stars," sang the poet, "they seek wisdom in the
heavens; but I look into the eyes of my beloved. What stars are like her
eyes? What wisdom can compare with the wisdom of love?"
"You have said the same thing a hundred times," complained the Queen.
But the Princess Candace rode upon a white elephant caparisoned with
cloth of silver embroidered with pearls. No one rode with her but the
driver of the elephant, and she sat under a canopy of silk which was
shot with the colours that are in the shell of the pearl, and before her
elephant on a white mule rode her juggler. He rode with his face to the
tail, and juggled with oranges and a sword; the sword meeting the
oranges in the air divided them neatly into halves, and then again into
quarters. He was a dwarf, incredibly ugly, hunch-backed, with long
spidery arms; but the little Princess loved him.
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