Second Advent -- Fiction; Villages -- England -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- England -- Fiction
“According to the old law, those who offend the gods suffer banishment.
The very name they bear is forever accursed, they are shunned by the
virtuous, they suffer eternal ostracism and the death of the soul. In
the name of all that is sacred, I ask that the law now take its course.
Let those who drew the sword perish by the Sword. Let them and their
kindred, their children, and their children’s children be cast out
forever. Such is the demand of justice. By no decree less awful can it
be met.”
There came silence. The voice, to whose every word Brandon had listened
in a kind of entrancement, could be heard no longer. He strained his
eyes and his ears, but through the haze of shadows he was unable to
distinguish the speaker among those seated round the fire. The hush
that followed excited him strangely. And then another voice was heard,
a voice remote yet familiar, which seemed to cause his heart to break
inside him.
“Brethren”--the new voice was curiously soft and gentle, yet its every
word was like a sword--“I am the eye of the west wind. I am the voice
of the evening star. I am one with Brahm. I am the soul of Islam. I am
the destined Buddha. I am the Light of the World, and I say to you
there is no crime that cannot be purged by the Father’s love.
“I stand here at the apex of this world’s history, and I say to you the
old way is not enough. If the spirit of Man is not to bleed in vain,
if the sorrowing earth is to yield the fruits for which her sons have
died, the God of Righteousness must be avenged by the God of Love.
“The Father’s kingdom is the hearts of men. And I say to you, unless
the Son of Man came in vain among you, my word shall not be as Dead Sea
fruit. I speak not to a party or a sect, but to all who would keep the
faith, of whatever countenance or caste.
“In this slender folio which I hold in my hand is contained the divine
genius of the ancient and the modern world, the gold of its dreams, the
bread of its aspiration. The souls of the just through whom the Father
spoke of old time have been summoned anew; the prophets, the magicians,
the makers of harmony, have been gathered together, so that the terms
of the Truce may take visible shape in the sight of all nations.
“I say to you, let none oppose it. This Mandate speaks to the bosoms
and the business of men. Through it man shall cast off his chains.
Through it he shall hear the voice of his Father, which is in Heaven.
The Kingdom shall be made manifest; and all wars shall cease; and this
old unhappy earth shall see the light of the promised day.
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