Lilith
Lilith Lilith
CHAPTER XVIII. DEAD OR ALIVE? I went walking on, still facing the moon, who, not yet high, was staring straight into the forest. I did not know what ailed her, but she was dark and dented, like a battered disc of old copper, and looked dispirited and weary. Not a cloud was nigh to keep her company, and the stars were too bright for her. "Is this going to last for ever?" she seemed to say. She was going one way and I was going the other, yet through the wood we went a long way together. We did not commune much, for my eyes were on the ground; but her disconsolate look was fixed on me: I felt without seeing it. A long time we were together, I and the moon, walking side by side, she the dull shine, and I the live shadow. Something on the ground, under a spreading tree, caught my eye with its whiteness, and I turned toward it. Vague as it was in the shadow of the foliage, it suggested, as I drew nearer, a human body. "Another skeleton!" I said to myself, kneeling and laying my hand upon it. A body it was, however, and no skeleton, though as nearly one as body could well be. It lay on its side, and was very cold−− not cold like a stone, but cold like that which was once alive, and is alive no more. The closer I looked at it, the oftener I touched it, the less it seemed possible it should be other than dead. For one bewildered moment, I fancied it one of the wild dancers, a ghostly Cinderella, perhaps, that had lost her way home, and perished in the strange night of an out−of−door world! It was quite naked, and so worn that, even in the shadow, I could, peering close, have counted without touching them, every rib in its side. All its bones, indeed, were as visible as if tight−covered with only a thin elastic leather. Its beautiful yet terrible teeth, unseemly disclosed by the retracted lips, gleamed ghastly through the dark. Its hair was longer than itself, thick and very fine to the touch, and black as night. It was the body of a tall, probably graceful woman.−−How had she come there? Not of herself, and already in such wasted condition, surely! Her strength must have failed her; she had fallen, and lain there until she died of hunger! But how, even so, could she be thus emaciated? And how came she to be naked? Where were the savages to strip and leave her? or what wild beasts would have taken her garments? That her body should have been left was not wonderful! I rose to my feet, stood, and considered. I must not, could not let her lie exposed and forsaken! Natural reverence forbade it. Even the garment of a woman claims respect; her body it were impossible to leave uncovered! Irreverent eyes might look on it! Brutal claws might toss it about! Years would pass ere the friendly rains washed it into the soil!−−But the ground was hard, almost solid with interlacing roots, and I had but my bare hands! At first it seemed plain that she had not long been dead: there was not a sign of decay about her! But then what had the slow wasting of life left of her to decay? Lilith Could she be still alive? Might she not? What if she were! Things went very strangely in this strange world! Even then there would be little chance of bringing her back, but I must know she was dead before I buried her! As I left the forest−hall, I had spied in the doorway a bunch of ripe grapes, and brought it with me, eating as I came: a few were yet left on the stalk, and their juice might possibly revive her! Anyhow it was all I had with which to attempt her rescue! The mouth was happily a little open; but the head was in such an awkward position that, to move the body, I passed my arm under the shoulder on which it lay, when I found the pine−needles beneath it warm: she could not have been any time dead, and MIGHT still be alive, though I could discern no motion of the heart, or any indication that she breathed! One of her hands was clenched hard, apparently inclosing something small. I squeezed a grape into her mouth, but no swallowing followed. Lilith 62
To do for her all I could, I spread a thick layer of pine−needles and dry leaves, laid one of my garments over it, warm from my body, lifted her upon it, and covered her with my clothes and a great heap of leaves: I would save the little warmth left in her, hoping an increase to it when the sun came back. Then I tried another grape, but could perceive no slightest movement of mouth or throat. "Doubt," I said to myself, "may be a poor encouragement to do anything, but it is a bad reason for doing nothing." So tight was the skin upon her bones that I dared not use friction. I crept into the heap of leaves, got as close to her as I could, and took her in my arms. I had not much heat left in me, but what I had I would share with her! Thus I spent what remained of the night, sleepless, and longing for the sun. Her cold seemed to radiate into me, but no heat to pass from me to her. Had I fled from the beautiful sleepers, I thought, each on her "dim, straight" silver couch, to lie alone with such a bedfellow! I had refused a lovely privilege: I was given over to an awful duty! Beneath the sad, slow−setting moon, I lay with the dead, and watched for the dawn. Lilith The darkness had given way, and the eastern horizon was growing dimly clearer, when I caught sight of a motion rather than of anything that moved−−not far from me, and close to the ground. It was the low undulating of a large snake, which passed me in an unswerving line. Presently appeared, making as it seemed for the same point, what I took for a roebuck−doe and her calf. Again a while, and two creatures like bear−cubs came, with three or four smaller ones behind them. The light was now growing so rapidly that when, a few minutes after, a troop of horses went trotting past, I could see that, although the largest of them were no bigger than the smallest Shetland pony, they must yet be full−grown, so perfect were they in form, and so much had they all the ways and action of great horses. They were of many breeds. Some seemed models of cart−horses, others of chargers, hunters, racers. Dwarf cattle and small elephants followed. "Why are the children not here!" I said to myself. "The moment I am free of this poor woman, I must go back and fetch them!" Where were the creatures going? What drew them? Was this an exodus, or a morning habit? I must wait for the sun! Till he came I must not leave the woman! I laid my hand on the body, and could not help thinking it felt a trifle warmer. It might have gained a little of the heat I had lost! it could hardly have generated any! What reason for hope there was had not grown less! The forehead of the day began to glow, and soon the sun came peering up, as if to see for the first time what all this stir of a new world was about. At sight of his great innocent splendour, I rose full of life, strong against death. Removing the handkerchief I had put to protect the mouth and eyes from the pine−needles, I looked anxiously to see whether I had found a priceless jewel, or but its empty case. The body lay motionless as when I found it. Then first, in the morning light, I saw how drawn and hollow was the face, how sharp were the bones under the skin, how every tooth shaped itself through the lips. The human garment was indeed worn to its threads, but the bird of heaven might yet be nestling within, might yet awake to motion and song! But the sun was shining on her face! I re−arranged the handkerchief, laid a few leaves lightly over it, and set out to follow the creatures. Their main track was well beaten, and must have long been used−−likewise many of the tracks that, joining it from both sides, merged in, and broadened it. The trees retreated as I went, and the grass grew thicker. Presently the forest was gone, and a wide expanse of loveliest green stretched away to the horizon. Through it, along the edge of the forest, flowed a small river, and to this the track led. At sight of the water a new though undefined hope sprang up in me. The stream looked everywhere deep, and was full to the brim, but nowhere more than a few yards wide. A bluish mist rose from it, vanishing as it rose. On the Lilith 63
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To do for her all I could, I spread a thick layer of pine−needles and dry leaves, laid one of my garments over<br />
it, warm from my body, lifted her upon it, and covered her with my clothes and a great heap of leaves: I<br />
would save the little warmth left in her, hoping an increase to it when the sun came back. Then I tried another<br />
grape, but could perceive no slightest movement of mouth or throat.<br />
"Doubt," I said to myself, "may be a poor encouragement to do anything, but it is a bad reason for doing<br />
nothing." So tight was the skin upon her bones that I dared not use friction.<br />
I crept into the heap of leaves, got as close to her as I could, and took her in my arms. I had not much heat left<br />
in me, but what I had I would share with her! Thus I spent what remained of the night, sleepless, and longing<br />
for the sun. Her cold seemed to radiate into me, but no heat to pass from me to her.<br />
Had I fled from the beautiful sleepers, I thought, each on her "dim, straight" silver couch, to lie alone with<br />
such a bedfellow! I had refused a lovely privilege: I was given over to an awful duty! Beneath the sad,<br />
slow−setting moon, I lay with the dead, and watched for the dawn.<br />
<strong>Lilith</strong><br />
The darkness had given way, and the eastern horizon was growing dimly clearer, when I caught sight of a<br />
motion rather than of anything that moved−−not far from me, and close to the ground. It was the low<br />
undulating of a large snake, which passed me in an unswerving line. Presently appeared, making as it seemed<br />
for the same point, what I took for a roebuck−doe and her calf. Again a while, and two creatures like<br />
bear−cubs came, with three or four smaller ones behind them. The light was now growing so rapidly that<br />
when, a few minutes after, a troop of horses went trotting past, I could see that, although the largest of them<br />
were no bigger than the smallest Shetland pony, they must yet be full−grown, so perfect were they in form,<br />
and so much had they all the ways and action of great horses. They were of many breeds. Some seemed<br />
models of cart−horses, others of chargers, hunters, racers. Dwarf cattle and small elephants followed.<br />
"Why are the children not here!" I said to myself. "The moment I am free of this poor woman, I must go back<br />
and fetch them!"<br />
Where were the creatures going? What drew them? Was this an exodus, or a morning habit? I must wait for<br />
the sun! Till he came I must not leave the woman! I laid my hand on the body, and could not help thinking it<br />
felt a trifle warmer. It might have gained a little of the heat I had lost! it could hardly have generated any!<br />
What reason for hope there was had not grown less!<br />
The forehead of the day began to glow, and soon the sun came peering up, as if to see for the first time what<br />
all this stir of a new world was about. At sight of his great innocent splendour, I rose full of life, strong<br />
against death. Removing the handkerchief I had put to protect the mouth and eyes from the pine−needles, I<br />
looked anxiously to see whether I had found a priceless jewel, or but its empty case.<br />
The body lay motionless as when I found it. Then first, in the morning light, I saw how drawn and hollow<br />
was the face, how sharp were the bones under the skin, how every tooth shaped itself through the lips. The<br />
human garment was indeed worn to its threads, but the bird of heaven might yet be nestling within, might yet<br />
awake to motion and song!<br />
But the sun was shining on her face! I re−arranged the handkerchief, laid a few leaves lightly over it, and set<br />
out to follow the creatures. Their main track was well beaten, and must have long been used−−likewise many<br />
of the tracks that, joining it from both sides, merged in, and broadened it. The trees retreated as I went, and<br />
the grass grew thicker. Presently the forest was gone, and a wide expanse of loveliest green stretched away to<br />
the horizon. Through it, along the edge of the forest, flowed a small river, and to this the track led. At sight of<br />
the water a new though undefined hope sprang up in me. The stream looked everywhere deep, and was full to<br />
the brim, but nowhere more than a few yards wide. A bluish mist rose from it, vanishing as it rose. On the<br />
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