Something about Eve: A comedy of fig-leavesCabell, James Branch
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Something about Eve: A comedy of fig-leaves
Cabell, James Branch
Fantasy fiction; Historical fiction; Middle Ages -- Fiction
WITH that, the Princess pointed. And Gerald also now looked toward the
river.... He viewed an unsolid-seeming world of dimly colored movings.
Directly before him the deep river sparkled and rippled eastward with
unhurried, very shallow undulations. But, under the sun’s warmth, mists
rising everywhere above the waters streamed eastward too, unhastily, and
in such unequal volume that now this and now another portion of the wide
landscape beyond the river was irregularly glimpsed and then, gradually
but with a surprising quickness, veiled. Very lovely medallions of green
lawns and shrubbery and distant hills thus seemed to take form and then
to dissolve into the mists’ incessant gray flowing, toward the newly
risen sun....
And Gerald also saw that, some fifty feet away from him, an unusually
unclad elderly woman was approaching the river bank, carrying in her
thin arms a child. The woman trudged forward toward the river like a
drugged person, because of the doom which was upon her.
Now this woman seemed to stumble, and she fell into the water, but in
falling she cast the child from her, so that it remained safe in the
coarse tall-growing grass.
The woman whom divine will had led hither to serve as a scapegoat for
the Princess Evasherah proceeded to drown satisfactorily, and with
indeed a sort of decorum. She sank twice, with hardly any beating or
splashing of the waters, because of that doom which was upon her. The
child, though, whom no long years of living had taught to accept a
preponderance of unpleasant happenings, screamed continuously, in
candid, mewing disapproval of divine will.
Out of the near-by reeds came a bright-eyed jackal; and it furtively
approached the child.
The Princess rose from the alabaster couch and from Gerald’s partially
detaining arms. She stood for an instant irresolute. In her lovely face
was trouble. Her mouth, a little open, trembled. Gerald liked that. Here
was revealed the ever-tender heart of womanhood and the quick generous
sympathy with all afflicted persons which living had taught him to look
for only in the best literature.
The Princess quitted Gerald. She hastened to the river bank. The jackal
backed from her, crouching in a half-circle, with bared teeth, and the
reeds swallowed the beast. The Princess leaned down, and with a lovely
gesture of compassion the Princess caught the drowning woman by one hand
and assisted her ashore.
It was then that the Princess Evasherah cried out in wordless surprise.
Then too her raised hands clenched, and her little fists jerked downward
in a gesture of candid exasperation.
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