Lilith

the least necessity for precaution. I did not know that upon the hot stream beside which you found me, a
certain woman, by no means so powerful as myself, not being immortal, had cast what you call a
spell−−which is merely the setting in motion of a force as natural as any other, but operating primarily in a
region beyond the ken of the mortal who makes use of the force.
"I set out on my journey, reached the stream, bounded across it,−−−−"
A shadow of embarrassment darkened her cheek: I understood it, but showed no sign. Checked for the merest
moment, she went on:
"−−you know what a step it is in parts!−−But in the very act, an indescribable cold invaded me. I recognised
at once the nature of the assault, and knew it could affect me but temporarily. By sheer force of will I dragged
myself to the wood−−nor knew anything more until I saw you asleep, and the horrible worm at your neck. I
crept out, dragged the monster from you, and laid my lips to the wound. You began to wake; I buried myself
among the leaves."
She rose, her eyes flashing as never human eyes flashed, and threw her arms high over her head.
"What you have made me is yours!" she cried. "I will repay you as never yet did woman! My power, my
beauty, my love are your own: take them."
She dropt kneeling beside me, laid her arms across my knees, and looked up in my face.
Then first I noted on her left hand a large clumsy glove. In my mind's eye I saw hair and claws under it, but I
knew it was a hand shut hard−−perhaps badly bruised. I glanced at the other: it was lovely as hand could be,
and I felt that, if I did less than loathe her, I should love her. Not to dally with usurping emotions, I turned my
eyes aside.
She started to her feet. I sat motionless, looking down.
"To me she may be true!" said my vanity. For a moment I was tempted to love a lie.
An odour, rather than the gentlest of airy pulses, was fanning me. I glanced up. She stood erect before me,
waving her lovely arms in seemingly mystic fashion.
A frightful roar made my heart rebound against the walls of its cage. The alabaster trembled as if it would
shake into shivers. The princess shuddered visibly.
"My wine was too strong for you!" she said, in a quavering voice; "I ought not to have let you take a full
draught! Go and sleep now, and when you wake ask me what you please.−−I will go with you: come."
As she preceded me up the stair,−−
"I do not wonder that roar startled you!" she said. "It startled me, I confess: for a moment I feared she had
escaped. But that is impossible."
The roar seemed to me, however−−I could not tell why−−to come from the WHITE leopardess, and to be
meant for me, not the princess.
Lilith
With a smile she left me at the door of my room, but as she turned I read anxiety on her beautiful face.
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