Christian fiction; Wingfold, Thomas (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“‘And it was night as I went into a village among the mountains, through
the desert places of which I had all that day been wandering. And never
before had my condition seemed to me so hopeless. There was not one left
upon the earth who had ever seen me knowing me, and although there went
a tale of such a man as I, yet faith had so far vanished from the earth
that for a thing to be marvellous, however just, was sufficient reason
wherefore no man, to be counted wise, should believe the same. For the
last fifty years I had found not one that would receive my testimony.
For when I told them the truth concerning myself, saying as I now say,
and knowing the thing for true--that I was Ahasuerus whom the Word
had banished from his home in the regions governed of Death, shutting
against him the door of the tomb that he should not go in, every man
said I was mad, and would hold with me no manner of communication,
more than if I had been possessed with a legion of swine-loving demons.
Therefore was I cold at heart, and lonely to the very root of my being.
And thus it was with me that midnight as I entered the village among the
mountains.--Now all therein slept, so even that not a dog barked at the
sound of my footsteps. But suddenly, and my soul yet quivers with dismay
at the remembrance, a yell of horror tore its way from the throat of
every sleeper at once, and shot into every cranny of the many-folded
mountains, that my soul knocked shaking against the sides of my body,
and I also shrieked aloud with the keen terror of the cry. For surely
there was no sleeper there, man, woman, or child, who yelled not aloud
in an agony of fear. And I knew that it could only be because of the
unseen presence in their street of the outcast, the homeless, the
loveless, the wanderer for ever, who had refused a stone to his maker
whereon to rest his cross. Truly I know not whence else could have come
that cry. And I looked to see that all the inhabitants of the village
should rush out upon me, and go for to slay the unslayable in their
agony. But the cry passed, and after the cry came again the stillness.
And for very dread lest yet another such cry should enter my ears, and
turn my heart to a jelly, I did hasten my steps to leave the dwellings
of the children of the world, and pass out upon the pathless hills
again. But as I turned and would have departed, the door of a house
opened over against where I stood; and as it opened, lo! a sharp gust
of wind from the mountains swept along the street, and out into the wind
came running a girl, clothed only in the garment of the night. And the
wind blew upon her, and by the light of the moon I saw that her hands
and her feet were rough and brown, as of one that knew labour and
hardship, but yet her body was dainty and fair, and moulded in
loveliness. Her hair blew around her like a rain cloud, so that it
almost blinded her, and truly she had much ado to clear it from her
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