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
“Nor, for that matter, am I: for I am Lord of the Third Truth. Well, it
is fairly evident this woman is a wu.”
“You may be right. I confess that dreadful possibility had not ever
occurred to me—”
“Only we gods are omniscient, my dear Tenjo,” said Gerald, kindlily. “So
there is no need for any mere king to be ashamed of his human
blindness.”
“—Because, as I must tell you, before this minute I had not ever heard
of a wu.”
“You have been lucky. The less one hears of such creatures, the better
for everybody. So, how is this woman called?”
“She is called Evaine,” said Tenjo; “and she is called also the Lady of
Peter’s Tomb, now that she has taken possession of it.”
Then Gerald finished his fourth goblet, and Gerald hiccoughed, and
Gerald said: “Your case, my dear fellow, while perplexing, is not wholly
desperate. For I bring youth with me, and I will renovate your withered
noses. I am competent to deal with any wu. I give you, in fact, my
divine word that you shall be rid of this wu. Yes, Lytreia shall be rid
of her, even though it is necessary that to undo her hoodoo I do with
due to-do woo the wu, too—”
“Would you be so kind,” said Tenjo, looking troubled, “as to repeat
that, rather more slowly?”
Gerald obliged him, and continued: “Yes, I assure you, upon the most
sacred oath of our Dirghic heaven,—known only to the gods, my dear
fellow, so that you will, I trust, pardon my not repeating it,—that I
will subject this wu and this mirror also to my divine inspection—”
“Ah, but I must tell you,” said Tenjo, seeming yet more troubled, “that
the man who looks into that mirror straightway finds himself transformed
into two stones. For that reason it is hidden away in Peter’s Tomb, and
it is kept veiled, and of course no man has ever dared go near it.”
“How, then, did this mirror ever manage to change anybody into two
stones if nobody ever dared go near it?”
“Why, but the mirror was compelled to change them into two stones
because that was the law. It was not at all the mirror’s fault. Surely,
you who are a god and are omniscient, and who are now nearly drunk
enough to see everything double, can see that much?”
“So far as your explanation goes, I can see the mirror’s blamelessness
in the face of an obdurate physical law. Nor does any god object to a
physical law which concerns other people.”
“And they kept away from the mirror because they knew about this law.
Surely, that too was natural?”
“In a way, yes. But how could they be certain about this law?”
“How could they help it, how could anybody be ignorant of one of our
very oldest and most famous laws, which comes down to us, indeed, from
sources so august and venerable that they antedate all history?”
“Why, then, who enacted this law?”
“How should I know, when, as I was just telling you, this law is older
than any recorded history?”
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