At length the expected hour arrived, and the company began to assemble.
It was a warm summer evening. The dark lake reflected the rose-coloured
clouds in the west, and through the flush rowed many gaily painted
boats, with various coloured flags, towards the massy rock on which the
castle stood. The trees and flowers seemed already asleep, and breathing
forth their sweet dream-breath. Laughter and low voices rose from the
breast of the lake to the ears of the youths and maidens looking forth
expectant from the lofty windows. They went down to the broad platform
at the top of the stairs in front of the door to receive their visitors.
By degrees the festivities of the evening commenced. The same smiles
flew forth both at eyes and lips, darting like beams through the
gathering crowd. Music, from unseen sources, now rolled in billows, now
crept in ripples through the sea of air that filled the lofty rooms. And
in the dancing halls, when hand took hand, and form and motion were
moulded and swayed by the indwelling music, it governed not these alone,
but, as the ruling spirit of the place, every new burst of music for a
new dance swept before it a new and accordant odour, and dyed the flames
that glowed in the lofty lamps with a new and accordant stain. The
floors bent beneath the feet of the time-keeping dancers. But twice in
the evening some of the inmates started, and the pallor occasionally
common to the household overspread their faces, for they felt underneath
them a counter-motion to the dance, as if the floor rose slightly to
answer their feet. And all the time their brother lay below in the
dungeon, like John the Baptist in the castle of Herod, when the lords
and captains sat around, and the daughter of Herodias danced before
them. Outside, all around the castle, brooded the dark night unheeded;
for the clouds had come up from all sides, and were crowding together
overhead. In the unfrequent pauses of the music, they might have heard,
now and then, the gusty rush of a lonely wind, coming and going no one
could know whence or whither, born and dying unexpected and unregarded.
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