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  ALCMAN。Themountainpinnaclesslumber;valleys,cragsandcavesaresilent。

  “LISTENtome。”saidtheDemonasheplacedhishanduponmyhead。

  “TheregionofwhichIspeakisadrearyregioninLibya,bythebordersoftheriverZaire。Andthereisnoquietthere,norsilence。

  “Thewatersoftheriverhaveasaffronandsicklyhue;andtheyflownotonwardstothesea,butpalpitateforeverandforeverbeneaththeredeyeofthesunwithatumultuousandconvulsivemotion。Formanymilesoneithersideoftheriver’soozybedisapaledesertofgiganticwater-lilies。Theysighoneuntotheotherinthatsolitude,andstretchtowardstheheaventheirlongandghastlynecks,andnodtoandfrotheireverlastingheads。Andthereisanindistinctmurmurwhichcomethoutfromamongthemliketherushingofsubterrenewater。Andtheysighoneuntotheother。

  “Butthereisaboundarytotheirrealmtheboundaryofthedark,horrible,loftyforest。There,likethewavesabouttheHebrides,thelowunderwoodisagitatedcontinually。Butthereisnowindthroughouttheheaven。Andthetallprimevaltreesrocketernallyhitherandthitherwithacrashingandmightysound。Andfromtheirhighsummits,onebyone,dropeverlastingdews。Andattherootsstrangepoisonousflowersliewrithinginperturbedslumber。Andoverhead,witharustlingandloudnoise,thegraycloudsrushwestwardlyforever,untiltheyroll,acataract,overthefierywallofthehorizon。Butthereisnowindthroughouttheheaven。AndbytheshoresoftheriverZairethereisneitherquietnorsilence。

  “Itwasnight,andtherainfell;andfalling,itwasrain,but,havingfallen,itwasblood。AndIstoodinthemorassamongthetallandtherainfelluponmyheadandtheliliessighedoneuntotheotherinthesolemnityoftheirdesolation。

  “And,allatonce,themoonarosethroughthethinghastlymist,andwascrimsonincolor。Andmineeyesfelluponahugegrayrockwhichstoodbytheshoreoftheriver,andwaslightedbythelightofthemoon。Andtherockwasgray,andghastly,andtall,andtherockwasgray。Uponitsfrontwerecharactersengraveninthestone;andI

  walkedthroughthemorassofwater-lilies,untilIcamecloseuntotheshore,thatImightreadthecharactersuponthestone。ButI

  couldnotdecypherthem。AndIwasgoingbackintothemorass,whenthemoonshonewithafullerred,andIturnedandlookedagainupontherock,anduponthecharacters;andthecharacterswereDESOLATION。

  “AndIlookedupwards,andtherestoodamanuponthesummitoftherock;andIhidmyselfamongthewater-liliesthatImightdiscovertheactionsoftheman。Andthemanwastallandstatelyinform,andwaswrappedupfromhisshoulderstohisfeetinthetogaofoldRome。Andtheoutlinesofhisfigurewereindistinctbuthisfeatureswerethefeaturesofadeity;forthemantleofthenight,andofthemist,andofthemoon,andofthedew,hadleftuncoveredthefeaturesofhisface。Andhisbrowwasloftywiththought,andhiseyewildwithcare;and,inthefewfurrowsuponhischeekIreadthefablesofsorrow,andweariness,anddisgustwithmankind,andalongingaftersolitude。

  “Andthemansatupontherock,andleanedhisheaduponhishand,andlookedoutuponthedesolation。Helookeddownintothelowunquietshrubbery,andupintothetallprimevaltrees,anduphigherattherustlingheaven,andintothecrimsonmoon。AndIlayclosewithinshelterofthelilies,andobservedtheactionsoftheman。

  Andthemantrembledinthesolitude;butthenightwaned,andhesatupontherock。

  “Andthemanturnedhisattentionfromtheheaven,andlookedoutuponthedrearyriverZaire,andupontheyellowghastlywaters,anduponthepalelegionsofthewater-lilies。Andthemanlistenedtothesighsofthewater-lilies,andtothemurmurthatcameupfromamongthem。AndIlayclosewithinmycovertandobservedtheactionsoftheman。Andthemantrembledinthesolitude;butthenightwanedandhesatupontherock。

  “ThenIwentdownintotherecessesofthemorass,andwadedafarinamongthewildernessofthelilies,andcalleduntothehippopotamiwhichdweltamongthefensintherecessesofthemorass。Andthehippopotamiheardmycall,andcame,withthebehemoth,untothefootoftherock,androaredloudlyandfearfullybeneaththemoon。AndI

  layclosewithinmycovertandobservedtheactionsoftheman。Andthemantrembledinthesolitude;butthenightwanedandhesatupontherock。

  “ThenIcursedtheelementswiththecurseoftumult;andafrightfultempestgatheredintheheavenwhere,before,therehadbeennowind。

  Andtheheavenbecamelividwiththeviolenceofthetempestandtherainbeatupontheheadofthemanandthefloodsoftherivercamedownandtheriverwastormentedintofoamandthewater-liliesshriekedwithintheirbedsandtheforestcrumbledbeforethewindandthethunderrolledandthelightningfellandtherockrockedtoitsfoundation。AndIlayclosewithinmycovertandobservedtheactionsoftheman。Andthemantrembledinthesolitude;butthenightwanedandhesatupontherock。

  “ThenIgrewangryandcursed,withthecurseofsilence,theriver,andthelilies,andthewind,andtheforest,andtheheaven,andthethunder,andthesighsofthewater-lilies。Andtheybecameaccursed,andwerestill。Andthemoonceasedtototterupitspathwaytoheavenandthethunderdiedawayandthelightningdidnotflashandthecloudshungmotionlessandthewaterssunktotheirlevelandremainedandthetreesceasedtorockandthewater-liliessighednomoreandthemurmurwasheardnolongerfromamongthem,noranyshadowofsoundthroughoutthevastillimitabledesert。AndIlookeduponthecharactersoftherock,andtheywerechanged;andthecharacterswereSILENCE。

  “Andmineeyesfelluponthecountenanceoftheman,andhiscountenancewaswanwithterror。And,hurriedly,heraisedhisheadfromhishand,andstoodforthupontherockandlistened。Buttherewasnovoicethroughoutthevastillimitabledesert,andthecharactersupontherockwereSILENCE。Andthemanshuddered,andturnedhisfaceaway,andfledafaroff,inhaste,sothatIbeheldhimnomore。”

  NowtherearefinetalesinthevolumesoftheMagiintheiron-bound,melancholyvolumesoftheMagi。Therein,Isay,areglorioushistoriesoftheHeaven,andoftheEarth,andofthemightyseaandoftheGeniithatover-ruledthesea,andtheearth,andtheloftyheaven。TherewasmuchloretoointhesayingswhichweresaidbytheSybils;andholy,holythingswereheardofoldbythedimleavesthattrembledaroundDodonabut,asAllahliveth,thatfablewhichtheDemontoldmeashesatbymysideintheshadowofthetomb,Iholdtobethemostwonderfulofall!AndastheDemonmadeanendofhisstory,hefellbackwithinthecavityofthetombandlaughed。AndIcouldnotlaughwiththeDemon,andhecursedmebecauseIcouldnotlaugh。Andthelynxwhichdwellethforeverinthetomb,cameouttherefrom,andlaydown

  THE“RedDeath“hadlongdevastatedthecountry。Nopestilencehadeverbeensofatal,orsohideous。BloodwasitsAvataranditssealtherednessandthehorrorofblood。Thereweresharppains,andsuddendizziness,andthenprofusebleedingatthepores,withdissolution。Thescarletstainsuponthebodyandespeciallyuponthefaceofthevictim,werethepestbanwhichshuthimoutfromtheaidandfromthesympathyofhisfellow-men。Andthewholeseizure,progressandterminationofthedisease,weretheincidentsofhalfanhour。

  ButthePrinceProsperowashappyanddauntlessandsagacious。Whenhisdominionswerehalfdepopulated,hesummonedtohispresenceathousandhaleandlight-heartedfriendsfromamongtheknightsanddamesofhiscourt,andwiththeseretiredtothedeepseclusionofoneofhiscastellatedabbeys。Thiswasanextensiveandmagnificentstructure,thecreationoftheprince’sowneccentricyetaugusttaste。Astrongandloftywallgirdleditin。Thiswallhadgatesofiron。Thecourtiers,havingentered,broughtfurnacesandmassyhammersandweldedthebolts。Theyresolvedtoleavemeansneitherofingressoregresstothesuddenimpulsesofdespairoroffrenzyfromwithin。Theabbeywasamplyprovisioned。Withsuchprecautionsthecourtiersmightbiddefiancetocontagion。Theexternalworldcouldtakecareofitself。Inthemeantimeitwasfollytogrieve,ortothink。Theprincehadprovidedalltheappliancesofpleasure。Therewerebuffoons,therewereimprovisatori,therewereballet-dancers,thereweremusicians,therewasBeauty,therewaswine。Alltheseandsecuritywerewithin。Withoutwasthe“RedDeath。”

  Itwastowardthecloseofthefifthorsixthmonthofhisseclusion,andwhilethepestilenceragedmostfuriouslyabroad,thatthePrinceProsperoentertainedhisthousandfriendsatamaskedballofthemostunusualmagnificence。

  Itwasavoluptuousscene,thatmasquerade。Butfirstletmetelloftheroomsinwhichitwasheld。Thereweresevenanimperialsuite。Inmanypalaces,however,suchsuitesformalongandstraightvista,whilethefoldingdoorsslidebacknearlytothewallsoneitherhand,sothattheviewofthewholeextentisscarcelyimpeded。Herethecasewasverydifferent;asmighthavebeenexpectedfromtheduke’sloveofthebizarre。Theapartmentsweresoirregularlydisposedthatthevisionembracedbutlittlemorethanoneatatime。Therewasasharpturnateverytwentyorthirtyyards,andateachturnanoveleffect。Totherightandleft,inthemiddleofeachwall,atallandnarrowGothicwindowlookedoutuponaclosedcorridorwhichpursuedthewindingsofthesuite。Thesewindowswereofstainedglasswhosecolorvariedinaccordancewiththeprevailinghueofthedecorationsofthechamberintowhichitopened。Thatattheeasternextremitywashung,forexample,inblueandvividlybluewereitswindows。Thesecondchamberwaspurpleinitsornamentsandtapestries,andherethepaneswerepurple。Thethirdwasgreenthroughout,andsowerethecasements。Thefourthwasfurnishedandlightedwithorangethefifthwithwhitethesixthwithviolet。Theseventhapartmentwascloselyshroudedinblackvelvettapestriesthathungallovertheceilinganddownthewalls,fallinginheavyfoldsuponacarpetofthesamematerialandhue。Butinthischamberonly,thecolorofthewindowsfailedtocorrespondwiththedecorations。Thepanesherewerescarletadeepbloodcolor。Nowinnooneofthesevenapartmentswasthereanylamporcandelabrum,amidtheprofusionofgoldenornamentsthatlayscatteredtoandfroordependedfromtheroof。Therewasnolightofanykindemanatingfromlamporcandlewithinthesuiteofchambers。

  Butinthecorridorsthatfollowedthesuite,therestood,oppositetoeachwindow,aheavytripod,bearingabrazieroffirethatprotecteditsraysthroughthetintedglassandsoglaringlyilluminedtheroom。Andthuswereproducedamultitudeofgaudyandfantasticappearances。Butinthewesternorblackchambertheeffectofthefire-lightthatstreameduponthedarkhangingsthroughtheblood-tintedpanes,wasghastlyintheextreme,andproducedsowildalookuponthecountenancesofthosewhoentered,thattherewerefewofthecompanyboldenoughtosetfootwithinitsprecinctsatall。

  Itwasinthisapartment,also,thattherestoodagainstthewesternwall,agiganticclockofebony。Itspendulumswungtoandfrowithadull,heavy,monotonousclang;andwhentheminute-handmadethecircuitoftheface,andthehourwastobestricken,therecamefromthebrazenlungsoftheclockasoundwhichwasclearandloudanddeepandexceedinglymusical,butofsopeculiaranoteandemphasisthat,ateachlapseofanhour,themusiciansoftheorchestrawereconstrainedtopause,momentarily,intheirperformance,tohearkentothesound;andthusthewaltzersperforceceasedtheirevolutions;

  andtherewasabriefdisconcertofthewholegaycompany;and,whilethechimesoftheclockyetrang,itwasobservedthatthegiddiestgrewpale,andthemoreagedandsedatepassedtheirhandsovertheirbrowsasifinconfusedreverieormeditation。Butwhentheechoeshadfullyceased,alightlaughteratoncepervadedtheassembly;themusicianslookedateachotherandsmiledasifattheirownnervousnessandfolly,andmadewhisperingvows,eachtotheother,thatthenextchimingoftheclockshouldproduceinthemnosimilaremotion;andthen,afterthelapseofsixtyminutes,whichembracethreethousandandsixhundredsecondsoftheTimethatflies,therecameyetanotherchimingoftheclock,andthenwerethesamedisconcertandtremulousnessandmeditationasbefore。

  But,inspiteofthesethings,itwasagayandmagnificentrevel。

  Thetastesofthedukewerepeculiar。Hehadafineeyeforcolorsandeffects。Hedisregardedthedecoraofmerefashion。Hisplanswereboldandfiery,andhisconceptionsglowedwithbarbariclustre。

  Therearesomewhowouldhavethoughthimmad。Hisfollowersfeltthathewasnot。Itwasnecessarytohearandseeandtouchhimtobesurethathewasnot。

  Hehaddirected,ingreatpart,themoveableembellishmentsofthesevenchambers,uponoccasionofthisgreatfete;anditwashisownguidingtastewhichhadgivencharactertothemasqueraders。Besuretheyweregrotesque。Thereweremuchglareandglitterandpiquancyandphantasmmuchofwhathasbeensinceseenin“Hernani。”Therewerearabesquefigureswithunsuitedlimbsandappointments。Thereweredeliriousfanciessuchasthemadmanfashions。Therewasmuchofthebeautiful,muchofthewanton,muchofthebizarre,somethingoftheterrible,andnotalittleofthatwhichmighthaveexciteddisgust。Toandfrointhesevenchamberstherestalked,infact,amultitudeofdreams。Andthesethedreamswrithedinandabout,takinghuefromtherooms,andcausingthewildmusicoftheorchestratoseemastheechooftheirsteps。And,anon,therestrikestheebonyclockwhichstandsinthehallofthevelvet。Andthen,foramoment,allisstill,andallissilentsavethevoiceoftheclock。Thedreamsarestiff-frozenastheystand。Buttheechoesofthechimedieawaytheyhaveenduredbutaninstantandalight,half-subduedlaughterfloatsafterthemastheydepart。Andnowagainthemusicswells,andthedreamslive,andwrithetoandfromoremerrilythanever,takinghuefromthemany-tintedwindowsthroughwhichstreamtheraysfromthetripods。Buttothechamberwhichliesmostwestwardlyoftheseven,therearenownoneofthemaskerswhoventure;forthenightiswaningaway;andthereflowsaruddierlightthroughtheblood-coloredpanes;andtheblacknessofthesabledraperyappals;andtohimwhosefootfallsuponthesablecarpet,therecomesfromthenearclockofebonyamuffledpealmoresolemnlyemphaticthananywhichreachestheirearswhoindulgeinthemoreremotegaietiesoftheotherapartments。

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