Eleven o'clock boomed like a death-knell through the solitude. The
woman laid herself down beside her sleeping boy to rest, apparently
worn out with a sense of her misery. I placed my small umbrella over
them; and this simple act of kindness so touched the poor thing, that
she started up suddenly, and, before I could prevent her, passionately
kissed my soiled and dusty shoes.
I was so sorry for the unhappy creature that tears filled my eyes. "My
sister," said I, "tell me your whole story, and I will lay it before
the king."
The woman started up and adjusted the umbrella over the sleeping child.
Her eyes beamed with a fire as if from above, while with wonderful
power, combined with sweetness and delicacy, she repeated her sad tale.
"There is sorrow in my heart, lady, where once there was nothing but
passive endurance. In my soul I now hear whisperings of things that are
between heaven and earth, yea, and beyond the heaven of heavens, where
once there was nothing but blind obedience. Unconscious of the beauty
of life, my heart was as if frozen and inert until I met the Naikodah,
my husband. Lady, as I told you, I and my brother were born slaves; and
so faithful were we, that my brother obtained, as proof of the trust my
lady reposed in him, the charge of a rice plantation at Ayudia, while
I was promoted to be the chief attendant of the Princess P'hra Ong
Brittry.
"One day my mistress intrusted to my care a bag of money, to purchase
some Bombay silk of the Naikodah Ibrahim. As it was the first time for
many years that I had been permitted to quit the gates of the gloomy
palace, I felt on that day as if I had come into the world anew, as if
my previous life had been nothing but a dream; and my recollections of
that day are always present to my mind, and saying to me, 'Remember how
happy you were once, be patient now.'
"Oh! On that day the Mèinam splashed and rippled more enchantingly,
seemed broader and more beautiful, than ever! The green leaves and buds
seemed to have burst forth all of a sudden. How beautifully green the
grass was, and how clearly and joyously the birds on the bushes and
in the trees poured forth their song, as if purposely for me, while
from the distant plain across the river floated the aromatic breath of
new-blown flowers, filling me with inexpressible delight! I was silent
with a feeling of supreme happiness. On that day a new light had risen
in the east, a light which was to enlighten and to darken all my coming
life.
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