Tales of the supernatural: Six romantic storiesPlatt, James
Science
Tales of the supernatural: Six romantic stories
Platt, James
Paranormal fiction
"But she is innocent--my God, how innocent--and I, who begin almost
to believe that I am guilty, will surrender at once in her place."
"Small good (my untutored friend), save the melancholy satisfaction
of pressing the same rack with her. The Parliament of Bordeaux never
let slip a single victim, nor is it any longer merely the indictment
for the murder of the Cabalist that piles the faggots for her. You
are a babe and suckling in these horrors. I am prematurely grey with
them. Had you but seen (as I have) the mother burnt with the child
at her breast--the loving pair chilled at the same stake--the
friendship of years dissolved in smoke, but enough--to get out of the
Torture Chamber (as you should readily guess) the corpus vile reduced
to a crushed craze will sign any depositions that may be held out as
a bait. The consequence is that your girl has already avowed her
identity with a desperate, long-sought-for witch and sacristan to one
of the most noted of our Black Priests. So much for the wringing of
one set of nerves. To what may they not confess her before they have
writhed her into a bag of quivering pulp?"
"Enough, enough, enough, can nothing be done to save her? O, you
whom all this persecution has left upright (and a refuge as men
whisper to the threatened) from whatever source your commission
comes, I wrap about me the hem of your mantle. Be your aid of God,
or Devil, I invoke it!"
"Do you know what you ask? The Indians of Darian are charity,
compared to me and mine. Be my aid of God, or Devil do you say? You
shall rest in no doubt upon that head. The bare mention of the name
of God is a source of danger among us of the opposition, save when we
take it (for our own purposes) in vain. And of the opposition I have
been, am, and shall be. That with which surmise is rife be here with
certainty known to you! You treat with one having authority deputed
from the Most High, the Prince of this World and of Hell."
"I have never shrunk from any, save one woman, and I do not shrink
from you. In all this storm you are my sheet anchor."
"Then in my character of the Devil's proxy I offer you your heart's
ease in tender for your soul!"
"In the event of my agreeing to your proposition how do you set to
work to save her?"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account