The Ghost-Seer; or the Apparitionist; and Sport of DestinySchiller, Friedrich
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The Ghost-Seer; or the Apparitionist; and Sport of Destiny
Schiller, Friedrich
Ghost stories; Venice (Italy) -- Fiction
“You see in me,” said the prince, “a man who burns with impatience to be
convinced on this momentous subject. I would embrace as a benefactor,
I would cherish as my best friend him who could dissipate my doubts
and remove the veil from my eyes. Would you render me this important
service?”
“What is your request!” inquired the Sicilian, hesitating.
“For the present I only beg some proof of your art. Let me see an
apparition.”
“To what will this lead?”
“After a more intimate acquaintance with me you may be able to judge
whether I deserve further instruction.”
“I have the greatest esteem for your highness, gracious prince. A
secret power in your countenance, of which you yourself are as yet
ignorant, drew me at first sight irresistibly towards you. You are more
powerful than you are yourself aware. You may command me to the utmost
extent of my power, but--”
“Then let me see an apparition.”
“But I must first be certain that you do not require it from mere
curiosity. Though the invisible powers are in some degree at my
command, it is on the sacred condition that I do not abuse my
authority.”
“My intentions are most pure. I want truth.”
They left their places, and removed to a distant window, where I could
no longer hear them. The English lord, who had likewise overheard this
conversation, took me aside. “Your prince has a noble mind. I am sorry
for him. I will pledge my salvation that he has to do with a rascal.”
“Everything depends on the manner in which the sorcerer will extricate
himself from this business.”
“Listen to me. The poor devil is now pretending to be scrupulous. He
will not show his tricks unless he hears the sound of gold. There are
nine of us. Let us make a collection. That will spoil his scheme, and
perhaps open the eyes of the prince.”
“I am content.” The Englishman threw six guineas upon a plate, and went
round gathering subscriptions. Each of us contributed some louis-d’ors.
The Russian officer was particularly pleased with our proposal; he laid
a bank-note of one hundred zechins on the plate, a piece of extravagance
which startled the Englishman. We brought the collection to the prince.
“Be so kind,” said the English lord, “as to entreat this gentleman in
our names to let us see a specimen of his art, and to accept of this
small token of our gratitude.” The prince added a ring of value, and
offered the whole to the Sicilian. He hesitated a few moments.
“Gentlemen,” answered he, “I am humbled by this generosity, but I yield
to your request. Your wishes shall be gratified.” At the same time he
rang the bell. “As for this money,” continued he, “to which I have no
right myself, permit me to send it to the next monastery to be applied
to pious uses. I shall only keep this ring as a precious memorial of
the worthiest of princes.”
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