The American novel to-day : $b A social and psychological studyMichaud, Régis
History
The American novel to-day : $b A social and psychological study
Michaud, Régis
American fiction -- History and criticism; Psychological fiction, American -- History and criticism; Social problems in literature
The Centaur laughed. “It may be for that reason I am here. There
is, in any event, only one remedy in this matter. Above all
devils--and above all gods, they tell me, but certainly above all
centaurs--is the power of Koshchei the Deathless, who made things
as they are.”
“It is not always wholesome,” Jurgen submitted, “to speak of
Koshchei. It seems especially undesirable in a dark place like
this.”
“None the less, I suspect it is to him you must go for justice.”
“I would prefer not doing that,” said Jurgen, with unaffected
candor.
“You have my sympathy: but there is no question of preference
where Koshchei is concerned. Do you think, for example, that I am
frowzing in this underground place by my own choice? And knew your
name by accident?”
Jurgen was frightened a little. “Well, well! but it is usually the
deuce and all, this doing of the manly thing. How, then, can I come
to Koshchei?”
“Roundabout,” says the Centaur. “There is never any other way.”
“And is the road to this garden roundabout?”
“Oh, very much so, inasmuch as it circumvents both destiny and
common sense.”
“Needs must, then,” says Jurgen: “at all events, I am willing to
taste any drink once.”
“You will be chilled, though, traveling as you are. For you and I
are going a queer way, in search of justice, over the grave of a
dream and through the malice of time. So you had best put on this
shirt over your other clothing.”
“Indeed it is a fine snug shining garment, with curious figures on
it. I accept such raiment gladly. And whom shall I be thanking for
this kindness, now?”
“My name,” said the Centaur, “is Nessus.”
“Well, then, friend Nessus, I am at your service.” And in a trice
Jurgen was on the Centaur’s back, and the two of them had somehow
come out of the cave, and were crossing Amneran Heath. So they
passed into a wooded place, where the light of sunset yet lingered,
rather unaccountably. Now the Centaur went westward. And now about
the pawnbroker’s shoulders and upon his breast and over his lean
arms glittered like a rainbow the many-colored shirt of Nessus.
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.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account