Meleager : $b A fantasy — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Meleager : $b A fantasy
John Stuart Mill · en
"And suppose, sir, I decide not to accept your proposal? Suppose I
refuse absolutely and doggedly to accede to your demand, whatever the
consequence to myself? What then?"
D'Aragno rose from his chair, thrust both hands into the pockets of
his dress jacket, and took up a position on the hearth-rug before the
dying embers of the fire. A curious expression, which I quite failed to
analyse, spread over his features, as he regarded me sternly for some
moments in silence. At length he spoke:
"Your objection I do not regard as sincere. It is idle, and has been
prompted, I am convinced, by a vague sense of wounded dignity on your
part. Perhaps I have been not sufficiently considerate to your proper
pride. You are anxious to 'save your face,' as you express it in your
English idiom. I therefore refuse to take your question seriously. You
have, I know, in your heart the fullest intention of complying with
my arrangements." A pause ensued, and he added with indifference: "In
any case, do you suppose for an instant that I have thus spoken to
you openly of THE SECRET with the smallest possibility of my sharing
it with any living mortal on your Earth? In reality you have no
choice left you. Whether you follow or refuse to follow my lead, your
connection with your own world is already severed. Need I make the case
any clearer to an intelligence such as yours?"
Again a spell of silence, which was ended by the harsh five strokes of
the Westminster clock resounding through the heavy air. With the final
reverberation I bowed my head, and simply said: "I am ready."
It may have been only my fancy, but I _thought_ I detected a shade of
relief pass over that now sinister face; at any rate, the pleasant
earnest look had returned when d'Aragno muttered quietly as though to
himself: "I never felt a moment's doubt!"
Again I essayed a question, this time, one that was really agitating
my mind: "As I am unalterably and inevitably destined to fill the
throne of your kingdom in Meleager, surely I may be permitted to ask
you for how long a period I am to enjoy the position that has been
thus allotted to me? How many years can I expect to rule in this realm
whence there is obviously no return? Is my reign to continue till the
end of my natural mortal life, or is it to be prolonged indefinitely by
mysterious measures, such as you have already hinted at?"