“And when he is a fool--and he often is--he is the first of fools!”
said the Princess. “No ape--no baboon hanging by its tail to a
tree--looks such a fool as a man-fool. For a man-fool has had all the
opportunities of education and learning bestowed upon him; this great
universe, with its daily lessons of the natural and the supernatural,
is his book laid open for his reading, and when he will neither read
it nor consider it, and, moreover, when he utterly denies the very
Maker of it, then there is no fool in all creation like him. For the
ape-fool does at least admit that there may be a stronger beast
somewhere,--a creature who may suddenly come upon him and end his joys
of hanging by his tail to a tree and make havoc of his fruit-eating
and chattering, while man thinks there is nothing anywhere superior to
himself.”
Gervase smiled tolerantly.
“I am afraid I have ruffled you, Princess,” he said. “I see you have
religious ideas: I have none.”
Once again she laughed musically.
“Religious ideas! I! Not at all. I have a creed as I told you, but it
is an ugly one--not at all sentimental or agreeable. It is one I have
adopted from ancient Egypt.”
“Explain it to me,” said Gervase; “I will adopt it also, for your
sake.”
“It is too supernatural for you,” she said, paying no heed to the
amorous tone of his voice or the expressive tenderness of his eyes.
“Never mind! Love will make me accept an army of ghosts, if
necessary.”
“One of the chief tenets of my faith,” she continued, “is the eternal
immortality of each individual Soul. Will you accept that?”
“For the moment, certainly!”
Her eyes glowed like great jewels as she proceeded:
“The Egyptian cult I follow is very briefly explained. The Soul begins
in protoplasm without conscious individuality. It progresses through
various forms till individual consciousness is attained. Once
attained, it is never lost, but it lives on, pressing towards
perfection, taking upon itself various phases of existence according
to the passions which have most completely dominated it from the
first. That is all. But according to this theory, you might have lived
in the world long ago, and so might I: we might even have met; and for
some reason or other we may have become re-incarnated now. A disciple
of my creed would give you that as the reason why you sometimes
imagine you have seen me before.”
As she spoke, the dazed and troubled sensation he had once previously
experienced came upon him; he laid down the canvas he held and passed
his hand across his forehead bewilderedly.
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