Lilith
Lilith
Lilith
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"Such a compulsion would be without value. But there is a light that goes deeper than the will, a light that<br />
lights up the darkness behind it: that light can change your will, can make it truly yours and not<br />
another's−−not the Shadow's. Into the created can pour itself the creating will, and so redeem it!"<br />
"That light shall not enter me: I hate it!−−Begone, slave!"<br />
"I am no slave, for I love that light, and will with the deeper will which created mine. There is no slave but<br />
the creature that wills against its creator. Who is a slave but her who cries, `I am free,' yet cannot cease to<br />
exist!"<br />
"You speak foolishness from a cowering heart! You imagine me given over to you: I defy you! I hold myself<br />
against you! What I choose to be, you cannot change. I will not be what you think me−−what you say I am!"<br />
"I am sorry: you must suffer!"<br />
"But be free!"<br />
<strong>Lilith</strong><br />
"She alone is free who would make free; she loves not freedom who would enslave: she is herself a slave.<br />
Every life, every will, every heart that came within your ken, you have sought to subdue: you are the slave of<br />
every slave you have made−−such a slave that you do not know it!−−See your own self!"<br />
She took her hand from the head of the princess, and went two backward paces from her.<br />
A soundless presence as of roaring flame possessed the house−− the same, I presume, that was to the children<br />
a silent wind. Involuntarily I turned to the hearth: its fire was a still small moveless glow. But I saw the<br />
worm−thing come creeping out, white−hot, vivid as incandescent silver, the live heart of essential fire. Along<br />
the floor it crawled toward the settle, going very slow. Yet more slowly it crept up on it, and laid itself, as<br />
unwilling to go further, at the feet of the princess. I rose and stole nearer. Mara stood motionless, as one that<br />
waits an event foreknown. The shining thing crawled on to a bare bony foot: it showed no suffering, neither<br />
was the settle scorched where the worm had lain. Slowly, very slowly, it crept along her robe until it reached<br />
her bosom, where it disappeared among the folds.<br />
The face of the princess lay stonily calm, the eyelids closed as over dead eyes; and for some minutes nothing<br />
followed. At length, on the dry, parchment−like skin, began to appear drops as of the finest dew: in a moment<br />
they were as large as seed−pearls, ran together, and began to pour down in streams. I darted forward to snatch<br />
the worm from the poor withered bosom, and crush it with my foot. But Mara, Mother of Sorrow, stepped<br />
between, and drew aside the closed edges of the robe: no serpent was there−−no searing trail; the creature had<br />
passed in by the centre of the black spot, and was piercing through the joints and marrow to the thoughts and<br />
intents of the heart. The princess gave one writhing, contorted shudder, and I knew the worm was in her<br />
secret chamber.<br />
"She is seeing herself!" said Mara; and laying her hand on my arm, she drew me three paces from the settle.<br />
Of a sudden the princess bent her body upward in an arch, then sprang to the floor, and stood erect. The<br />
horror in her face made me tremble lest her eyes should open, and the sight of them overwhelm me. Her<br />
bosom heaved and sank, but no breath issued. Her hair hung and dripped; then it stood out from her head and<br />
emitted sparks; again hung down, and poured the sweat of her torture on the floor.<br />
I would have thrown my arms about her, but Mara stopped me.<br />
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