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204 THE EQUINOX high noon. His cloak was of pure amethyst, flowing behind him like a mighty river; his armour was of living gold, burnished with lightning even to the greaves and the armed feet of him; he radiated an intolerable splendour of gold and he bore the Sword and balance of Justice. Mighty and golden were his wide-flashing wings! Terrible in his might, he bowed low before the Great White Spirit, and proceeded to carry out the order. For five and twenty years he toiled at the so easy task; then, flinging down his weapons in a rage, he returned before the face of his Master and, trembling with passion, cast himself down in wrath and despair. “Pah!” said the Great White Spirit with a smile; “I might have known better than to employ a low material creature like yourself. Send Graphiel to Me!” The angry Bartzabel, foaming with horrid rage, went off, and Graphiel appeared. All glorious was the moon-like crown of the great Intelligence Graphiel. His face was like the Sun as it appears beyond the veil of this earthly firmament. His warrior body was like a tower of steel, virginal strong. Scarlet were his kingly robes, and his limbs were swathed in young leaves of lotus; for those limbs were stronger than any armour ever forged in heaven or hell. Winged was he with wings of gold that are the Wind itself; his sword of green fire flamed in his right hand, and in his left he held the blue feather of Justice, unstirred by the wind of his flight, or the upheaval of the universe. But after five and sixty centuries of toil, though illumined with intelligence almost divine, he had to confess himself defeated.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE HORSELEECH “Sir,” he cried strongly, "this is a task for Kamael the mighty and all his host of Seraphim!” “I will employ them on it,” said the Great White Spirit. Then the skies flamed with wrath; for Kamael the mighty and his legions flew from the South, and saluted their Creator. Behold the mighty one, behold Kamael the strong! His crownless head was like a whirling wheel of amethyst, and all the forces of the earth and heaven revolved therein. His body was the mighty Sea itself, and it bore the scars of crucifixion that had made it two score times stronger than it was before. He too bore the wings and weapons of Space and of Justice; and in himself he was that great Amen that is the beginning and the end of all. Behind him were the Seraphim, the fiery Serpents. On their heads the triple tongue of fire; their glory like unto the Sun, their scales like burning plates of steel; they danced like virgins before their lord, and upon the storm and roar of the sea did they ride in their glory. “Sir,” cried the Archangel, “sir,” cried Kamael the mighty one, and his legions echoed the roar of his voice, “hast Thou called us forth to perform so trivial a task? Well, let it be so!” “Your scorn,” the Great White Spirit replied mildly, “is perhaps not altogether justified. Though the hole be indeed but a bare inch—yet Graphiel owns himself beaten.” “I never thought much of Graphiel!” sneered the archangel, and his serpents echoed him till the world was filled with mocking laughter. But when he had left, he charged them straitly that the work must be regarded seriously. It would never do to fail! 205
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204<br />
THE EQUINOX<br />
high noon. His cloak was of pure amethyst, flowing behind<br />
him like a mighty river; his armour was of living gold,<br />
burnished with lightning even to <strong>the</strong> greaves and <strong>the</strong> armed<br />
feet of him; he radiated an intolerable splendour of gold and<br />
he bore <strong>the</strong> Sword and balance of Justice. Mighty and golden<br />
were his wide-flashing wings!<br />
Terrible in his might, he bowed low before <strong>the</strong> Great<br />
White Spirit, and proceeded to carry out <strong>the</strong> order.<br />
For five and twenty years he toiled at <strong>the</strong> so easy task;<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, flinging down his weapons in a rage, he returned before<br />
<strong>the</strong> face of his Master and, trembling with passion, cast<br />
himself down in wrath and despair.<br />
“Pah!” said <strong>the</strong> Great White Spirit with a smile; “I might<br />
have known better than to employ a low material creature like<br />
yourself. Send Graphiel to Me!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> angry Bartzabel, foaming with horrid rage, went off,<br />
and Graphiel appeared.<br />
All glorious was <strong>the</strong> moon-like crown of <strong>the</strong> great<br />
Intelligence Graphiel. His face was like <strong>the</strong> Sun as it appears<br />
beyond <strong>the</strong> veil of this earthly firmament. His warrior body<br />
was like a tower of steel, virginal strong.<br />
Scarlet were his kingly robes, and his limbs were swa<strong>the</strong>d<br />
in young leaves of lotus; for those limbs were stronger than<br />
any armour ever forged in heaven or hell. Winged was he<br />
with wings of gold that are <strong>the</strong> Wind itself; his sword of green<br />
fire flamed in his right hand, and in his left he held <strong>the</strong> blue<br />
fea<strong>the</strong>r of Justice, unstirred by <strong>the</strong> wind of his flight, or <strong>the</strong><br />
upheaval of <strong>the</strong> universe.<br />
But after five and sixty centuries of toil, though illumined with<br />
intelligence almost divine, he had to confess himself defeated.