"Tidings of despair!" said he. "But such tidings as the timid and the
ungrateful deserve, and have reason to expect. You are an outlaw, and a
vagabond in your country, and a high reward is offered for your
apprehension. The enraged populace have burnt your house, and all that
is within it; and the farmers on the land bless themselves at being rid
of you. So fare it with everyone who puts his hand to the great work of
man's restoration to freedom, and draweth back, contemning the light
that is within him! Your enormities caused me to leave you to yourself
for a season, and you see what the issue has been. You have given some
evil ones power over you, who long to devour you, both soul and body,
and it has required all my power and influence to save you. Had it not
been for my hand, you had been torn in pieces last night; but for once
I prevailed. We must leave this land forthwith, for here there is
neither peace, safety, nor comfort for us. Do you now and here pledge
yourself to one who has so often saved your life and has put his own at
stake to do so? Do you pledge yourself that you will henceforth be
guided by my counsel, and follow me whithersoever I choose to lead?"
"I have always been swayed by your counsel," said I, "and for your
sake, principally, am I sorry that all our measures have proved
abortive. But I hope still to be useful in my native isle, therefore
let me plead that your highness will abandon a poor despised and
outcast wretch to his fate, and betake you to your realms, where your
presence cannot but be greatly wanted."
"Would that I could do so!" said he woefully. "But to talk of that is
to talk of an impossibility. I am wedded to you so closely that I feel
as if I were the same person. Our essences are one, our bodies and
spirits being united, so that I am drawn towards you as by magnetism,
and, wherever you are, there must my presence be with you."
Perceiving how this assurance affected me, he began to chide me most
bitterly for my ingratitude; and then he assumed such looks that it was
impossible for me longer to bear them; therefore I staggered out of the
way, begging and beseeching of him to give me up to my fate, and hardly
knowing what I said; for it struck me that, with all his assumed
appearance of misery and wretchedness, there were traits of exultation
in his hideous countenance, manifesting a secret and inward joy at my
utter despair.
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