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While she was thus thinking she saw an unknown man--thin, with burning
eyes and unkempt beard, and clad in a richly embroidered robe--standing
before her. She let fall her mirror, and uttered a cry of fright.
Paphnutius stood motionless, and seeing how beautiful she was, he
murmured this prayer from the bottom of his heart--
“Grant, my God, that the face of this woman may not be a temptation, but
may prove salutary to Thy servant.”
Then, forcing himself to speak, he said--
“Thais, I live in a far country, and the fame of thy beauty has led me
to thee. It is said that thou art the most clever of actresses and the
most irresistible of women. That which is related of thy riches and thy
love affairs seems fabulous, and calls to mind the old story of Rhodope,
whose marvellous history is known by heart to all the boatmen on the
Nile. Therefore I was seized with a desire to know thee, and I see that
the truth surpasses the rumour. Thou art a thousand times more clever
and more beautiful than is reported. And now that I see thee, I say
to myself, ‘It is impossible to approach her without staggering like a
drunken man.’”
The words were feigned; but the monk, animated by pious zeal, uttered
them with real warmth. Thais gazed, without displeasure, at this strange
being who had frightened her. The rough, wild aspect, and the fiery
glances of his eyes, astonished her. She was curious to learn the state
of life of a man so different from all others she had met. She replied,
with gentle raillery--
“You seem prompt to admire, stranger. Beware that my looks do not
consume you to the bones! Beware of loving me!”
He said--
“I love thee, O Thais! I love thee more than my life, and more than
myself. For thee I have quitted the desert; for thee my lips--vowed
to silence--have pronounced profane words; for thee I have seen what I
ought not to have seen, and heard what it was forbidden to me to hear;
for thee my soul is troubled, my heart is open, and the thoughts gush
out like the running springs at which the pigeons drink; for thee I
have walked day and night across sandy deserts teeming with reptiles and
vampires; for thee I have placed my bare foot on vipers and scorpions!
Yes, I love thee! I love thee, but not like those men who, burning with
the lusts of the flesh, come to thee like devouring wolves or furious
bulls. Thou art dear to them as is the gazelle to the lion. Their
ravening lusts will consume thee to the soul, O woman! I love thee in
spirit and in truth; I love thee in God, and for ever and ever; that
which is in my breast is named true zeal and divine charity. I promise
thee better things than drunkenness crowned with flowers or the dreams
of a brief night. I promise thee holy feasts and celestial suppers.
The happiness that I bring thee will never end; it is unheard-of, it
is ineffable, and such that if the happy of this world could only see a
shadow of it they would die of wonder.”
Thais laughed mischievously.
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