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
“Yet the Master Philologist is nowadays a married man, and is ruled in
everything by his wife. And this Queen Freydis has a mirror which must,
they say, be faced by those persons who venture into the goal of all the
gods of men—”
“That mirror, too,” said Gerald, airily, “I may be needing. Mirrors are
employed in many branches of magic.”
Glaum now was speaking with rather more of graveness than there seemed
any call for. And Glaum said:
“For one, I would not meddle with that mirror. Even in the land of
Dersam, where a mirror is sacred, we do not desire any dealings with the
Mirror of the Hidden Children and with those strange reflections which
are unclouded by either good or evil.”
“I shall face the Mirror of the Hidden Children,” Gerald said, with his
chin well up, “and should I see any particular need for it, I shall
fetch that mirror also out of Antan. When a citizen of the United States
of America takes up the pursuit of an art, sir, he does not
shilly-shally about it.”
“For my part,” the Sylan answered, “I wearied, some centuries ago, of
all magic: and I hanker, rather, after the more material things of life.
For five hundred years and over, in my untroubled abode at Caer Omn, in
the land of Dersam, I have reigned among the dreams of a god—”
“But how did you come by these dreams?”
“They forsook him, Gerald, when his hour was come to descend into
Antan.”
“That saying, sir, I cannot understand.”
“It is not necessary, Gerald, that you should. Meanwhile, I admit, the
life of a Sylan has no fret in it, a Sylan has nothing to be afraid of:
and there is in me a mortal taint which cannot endure interminable
contentment any longer. You conceive, I also was once a mortal man, with
my deceivings and my fears and my doubts to spice my troubled deference
to the ever-present folly of my fellows and to the ever-present
ruthlessness of time and chance. And, as I remember it, Gerald, that
Guivric, whom people so preposterously called the Sage, got more zest
out of his subterfuges and compromises than I derive from being
care-free and rather bored twenty-four hours to each insufferable day.
Therefore, I repeat, I will take over your natural body—”
“But that, my dear fellow, would leave me without any carnal residence.”
“Why, Gerald, but I am surprised at such scepticism in you who pay your
pew-rent so regularly! We have it upon old, fine authority that for
every man there is a natural body and a spiritual body.”
Then Gerald colored up. He felt that both his erudition and his piety
stood reproved. And he said, contritely:
“In fact, as a member of the Protestant Episcopal church, I am familiar
with the Burial Service—Yes, you are right. I have no desire to take
issue with St. Paul. The religion of my fathers assures me that I have
two bodies. I can live in only one of them at a time. It is, for that
matter, a bit ostentatious, it has a vaguely disreputable sound, for any
unmarried man to be maintaining two establishments. So, let us get on!”
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