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slumbered；　and　the　silver　Venus　that　stood　in　the　sunlight　held　out

her　arms　to　a　Venus　as　lovely　as　herself。



Was　it　Echo？　　He　had　called　to　her　once　in　the　valley；　and　she　had

answered　him　word　for　word。　　Could　she　mock　the　eye；　as　she　mocked

the　voice？　　Could　she　make　a　mimic　world　just　like　the　real　world？

Could　the　shadows　of　things　have　colour　and　life　and　movement？

Could　it　be　that　…　？



He　started；　and　taking　from　his　breast　the　beautiful　white　rose；　he

turned　round；　and　kissed　it。　　The　monster　had　a　rose　of　its　own；

petal　for　petal　the　same！　　It　kissed　it　with　like　kisses；　and

pressed　it　to　its　heart　with　horrible　gestures。



When　the　truth　dawned　upon　him；　he　gave　a　wild　cry　of　despair；　and

fell　sobbing　to　the　ground。　　So　it　was　he　who　was　misshapen　and

hunchbacked；　foul　to　look　at　and　grotesque。　　He　himself　was　the

monster；　and　it　was　at　him　that　all　the　children　had　been　laughing；

and　the　little　Princess　who　he　had　thought　loved　him　…　she　too　had

been　merely　mocking　at　his　ugliness；　and　making　merry　over　his

twisted　limbs。　　Why　had　they　not　left　him　in　the　forest；　where

there　was　no　mirror　to　tell　him　how　loathsome　he　was？　　Why　had　his

father　not　killed　him；　rather　than　sell　him　to　his　shame？　　The　hot

tears　poured　down　his　cheeks；　and　he　tore　the　white　rose　to　pieces。

The　sprawling　monster　did　the　same；　and　scattered　the　faint　petals

in　the　air。　　It　grovelled　on　the　ground；　and；　when　he　looked　at　it；

it　watched　him　with　a　face　drawn　with　pain。　　He　crept　away；　lest　he

should　see　it；　and　covered　his　eyes　with　his　hands。　　He　crawled；

like　some　wounded　thing；　into　the　shadow；　and　lay　there　moaning。



And　at　that　moment　the　Infanta　herself　came　in　with　her　companions

through　the　open　window；　and　when　they　saw　the　ugly　little　dwarf

lying　on　the　ground　and　beating　the　floor　with　his　clenched　hands；

in　the　most　fantastic　and　exaggerated　manner；　they　went　off　into

shouts　of　happy　laughter；　and　stood　all　round　him　and　watched　him。



'His　dancing　was　funny；'　said　the　Infanta；　'but　his　acting　is

funnier　still。　　Indeed　he　is　almost　as　good　as　the　puppets；　only　of

course　not　quite　so　natural。'　　And　she　fluttered　her　big　fan；　and

applauded。



But　the　little　Dwarf　never　looked　up；　and　his　sobs　grew　fainter　and

fainter；　and　suddenly　he　gave　a　curious　gasp；　and　clutched　his

side。　　And　then　he　fell　back　again；　and　lay　quite　still。



'That　is　capital；'　said　the　Infanta；　after　a　pause；　'but　now　you

must　dance　for　me。'



'Yes；'　cried　all　the　children；　'you　must　get　up　and　dance；　for　you

are　as　clever　as　the　Barbary　apes；　and　much　more　ridiculous。'　　But

the　little　Dwarf　made　no　answer。



And　the　Infanta　stamped　her　foot；　and　called　out　to　her　uncle；　who

was　walking　on　the　terrace　with　the　Chamberlain；　reading　some

despatches　that　had　just　arrived　from　Mexico；　where　the　Holy　Office

had　recently　been　established。　　'My　funny　little　dwarf　is　sulking；'

she　cried；　'you　must　wake　him　up；　and　tell　him　to　dance　for　me。'



They　smiled　at　each　other；　and　sauntered　in；　and　Don　Pedro　stooped

down；　and　slapped　the　Dwarf　on　the　cheek　with　his　embroidered

glove。　　'You　must　dance；'　he　said；　'PETIT　MONSIRE。　　You　must　dance。

The　Infanta　of　Spain　and　the　Indies　wishes　to　be　amused。'



But　the　little　Dwarf　never　moved。



'A　whipping　master　should　be　sent　for；'　said　Don　Pedro　wearily；　and

he　went　back　to　the　terrace。　　But　the　Chamberlain　looked　grave；　and

he　knelt　beside　the　little　dwarf；　and　put　his　hand　upon　his　heart。

And　after　a　few　moments　he　shrugged　his　shoulders；　and　rose　up；　and

having　made　a　low　bow　to　the　Infanta；　he　said　…



'MI　BELLA　PRINCESA；　your　funny　little　dwarf　will　never　dance　again。

It　is　a　pity；　for　he　is　so　ugly　that　he　might　have　made　the　King

smile。'



'But　why　will　he　not　dance　again？'　asked　the　Infanta；　laughing。



'Because　his　heart　is　broken；'　answered　the　Chamberlain。



And　the　Infanta　frowned；　and　her　dainty　rose…leaf　lips　curled　in

pretty　disdain。　　'For　the　future　let　those　who　come　to　play　with　me

have　no　hearts；'　she　cried；　and　she　ran　out　into　the　garden。

　

　

年轻的国王
THE　YOUNG　KING





＇TO　MARGARET　LADY　BROOKE　…　THE　RANEE　OF　SARAWAK＇





It　was　the　night　before　the　day　fixed　for　his　coronation；　and　the

young　King　was　sitting　alone　in　his　beautiful　chamber。　　His

courtiers　had　all　taken　their　leave　of　him；　bowing　their　heads　to

the　ground；　according　to　the　ceremonious　usage　of　the　day；　and　had

retired　to　the　Great　Hall　of　the　Palace；　to　receive　a　few　last

lessons　from　the　Professor　of　Etiquette；　there　being　some　of　them

anners；　which　in　a　courtier　is；　I　need

hardly　say；　a　very　grave　offence。



The　lad　…　for　he　was　only　a　lad；　being　but　sixteen　years　of　age　…

was　not　sorry　at　their　departure；　and　had　flung　himself　back　with　a

deep　sigh　of　relief　on　the　soft　cushions　of　his　embroidered　couch；

lying　there；　wild…eyed　and　open…mouthed；　like　a　brown　woodland

Faun；　or　some　young　animal　of　the　forest　newly　snared　by　the

hunters。



And；　indeed；　it　was　the　hunters　who　had　found　him；　coming　upon　him

almost　by　chance　as；　bare…limbed　and　pipe　in　hand；　he　was　following

the　flock　of　the　poor　goatherd　who　had　brought　him　up；　and　whose

son　he　had　always　fancied　himself　to　be。　　The　child　of　the　old

King's　only　daughter　by　a　secret　marriage　with　one　much　beneath　her

in　station　…　a　stranger；　some　said；　who；　by　the　wonderful　magic　of

his　lute…playing；　had　made　the　young　Princess　love　him；　while

others　spoke　of　an　artist　from　Rimini；　to　whom　the　Princess　had

shown　much；　perhaps　too　much　honour；　and　who　had　suddenly

disappeared　from　the　city；　leaving　his　work　in　the　Cathedral

unfinished　…　he　had　been；　when　but　a　week　old；　stolen　away　from　his

mother's　side；　as　she　slept；　and　given　into　the　charge　of　a　common

peasant　and　his　wife；　who　were　without　children　of　their　own；　and

lived　in　a　remote　part　of　the　forest；　more　than　a　day's　ride　from

the　town。　　Grief；　or　the　plague；　as　the　court　physician　stated；　or；

as　some　suggested；　a　swift　Italian　poison　administered　in　a　cup　of

spiced　wine；　slew；　within　an　hour　of　her　wakening；　the　white　girl

who　had　given　him　birth；　and　as　the　trusty　messenger　who　bare　the

child　across　his　saddle…bow　stooped　from　his　weary　horse　and

knocked　at　the　rude　door　of　the　goatherd's　hut；　the　body　of　the

Princess　was　being　lowered　into　an　open　grave　that　had　been　dug　in

a　deserted　churchyard；　beyond　the　city　gates；　a　grave　where　it　was

said　that　another　body　was　also　lying；　that　of　a　young　man　of

marvellous　and　foreign　beauty；　whose　hands　were　tied　behind　him

with　a　knotted　cord；　and　whose　breast　was　stabbed　with　many　red

wounds。



Such；　at　least；　was　the　story　that　men　whispered　to　each　other。

Certain　it　was　that　the　old　King；　when　on　his　deathbed；　whether

moved　by　remorse　for　his　great　sin；　or　merely　desiring　that　the

kingdom　should　not　pass　away　from　his　line；　had　had　the　lad　sent

for；　and；　in　the　presence　of　the　Council；　had　acknowledged　him　as

his　heir。



And　it　seems　that　from　the　very　first　moment　of　his　recognition　he

had　shown　signs　of　that　strange　passion　for　beauty　that　was

destined　to　have　so　great　an　influence　over　his　life。　　Those　who

accompanied　him　to　the　suite　of　rooms　set　apart　for　his　service；

often　spoke　of　the　cry　of　pleasure　that　broke　from　his　lips　when　he

saw　the　delicate　raiment　and　rich　jewels　that　had　been　prepared　for

him；　and　of　the　almost　fierce　joy　with　which　he　flung　aside　his

rough　leathern　tunic　and　coarse　sheepskin　cloak。　　He　missed；

indeed；　at　times　the　fine　freedom　of　his　forest　life；　and　was

always　apt　to　chafe　at　the　tedious　Court　ceremonies　that　occupied

so　much　of　each　day；　but　the　wonderful　palace　…　JOYEUSE；　as　they

called　it　…　of　which　he　now　found　himself　lord；　seemed　to　him　to　be

a　new　world　fresh…fashioned　for　his　delight；　and　as　soon　as　he

could　escape　from　the　council…board　or　audience…chamber；　he　would

run　down　the　great　staircase；　with　its　lions　of　gilt　bronze　and　its

steps　of　bright　porphyry；　and　wander　from　room　to　room；　and　from

corridor　to　corridor；　like　one　who　was　seeking　to　find　in　beauty　an

anodyne　from　pain；　a　sort　of　restoration　from　sickness。



Upon　these　journeys　of　discovery；　as　he　would　call　them　…　and；

indeed；　they　were　to　him　real　voyages　through　a　marvellous　land；　he

would　sometimes　be　accompanied　by　the　slim；　fair…haired　Court

pages；　with　their　floating　mantles；　and　gay　fluttering　ribands；　but

more　often　he　would　be　alone；　feeling　through　a　certain　quick

instinct；　which　was　almost　a　divination；　that　the　secrets　of　art

are　best　learned　in　secret；　and　that　Beauty；　like　Wisdom；　loves　the

lonely　worshipper。





Many　curious　stories　were　related　about　him　at　this　period。　　It　was

said　that　a　stout　Burgo…master；　who　had　come　to　deliver　a　florid

oratorical　address　on　behalf　of　the　citizens　of　the　town；　had

caught　sight　of　him　kneeling　in　real　adoration　before　a　great

picture　that　had　just　been　brought　from　Venice；　and　that　seemed　to

herald　the　worship　of　some　new　gods。　　On　another　occasion　he　had

been　missed　for　several　hours；　and　after　a　lengthened　search　had

been　discovered　in　a　little　chamber　in　one　of　the　northern　turrets

of　the　palace　gazing；　as　one　in　a　trance；　at　a　Greek　gem　carved

with　the　figure　of　Adonis。　　He　had　been　seen；　so　the　tale　ran；

pressing　his　warm　lips　to　the　marble　brow　of　an　antique　statue　that

had　been　discovered　in　the　bed　of　the　river　on　the　occasion　of　the

building　of　the　stone　bridge；　and　was　inscribed　with　the　name　of

the　Bithynian　slave　of　Hadrian。　　He　had　passed　a　whole　night　in

noting　the　effect　of　the　moonlight　on　a　silver　image　of　Endymion。



All　rare　and　costly　materials　had　certainly　a　great　fascination　for

him；　and　in　his　eagerness　to　procure　them　he　had　sent　away　many

merchants；　some　to　traffic　for　amber　with　the　rough　fisher…folk　of

the　north　seas；　some　to　Egypt　to　look　for　that　curious　green

turquoise　which　is　found　only　in　the　tombs　of　kings；　and　is　said　to

possess　magical　properties；　some　to　Persia　for　silken　carpets　and

painted　pottery；　and　others　to　India　to　buy　gauze　and　stained

ivory；　moonstones　and　bracelets　of　jade；　sandal…wood　and　blue

enamel　and　shawls　of　fine　wool。



But　what　had　occupied　him　most　was　the　robe　he　was　to　wear　at　his

coronation；　the　robe　of　tissued　gold；　and　the　ruby…studded　crown；

and　the　sceptre　with　its　rows　and　rings　of　pearls。　　Indeed；　it　was

of　this　that　he　was　thinking　to…night；　as　he　lay　back　on　his

luxurious　couch；　watching　the　great　pinewood　log　that　was　burning

itself　out　on　the　open　hearth。　　The　designs；　which　were　from　the

hands　of　the　most　famous　artists　of　the　time；　had　been　submitted　to

him　many　months　before；　and　he　had　given　orders　that　the　artificers

were　to　toil　night　and　day　to　carry　them　out；　and　that　the　whole

world　was　to　be　searched　for　jewels　that　would　be　worthy　of　their

work。　　He　saw　himself　in　fancy　standing　at　the　high　altar　of　the

cathedral　in　the　fair　raiment　of　a　King；　and　a　smile　played　and

lingered　about　his　boyish　lips；　and　lit　up　with　a　bright　lustre　his

dark　woodland　eyes。



After　some　time　he　rose　from　his　seat；　and　leaning　against　the

carved　penthouse　of　the　chimney；　looked　round　at　the　dimly…lit

room。　　The　walls　were　hung　with　rich　tapestries　representing　the

Triumph　of　Beauty。　　A　large　press；　inlaid　with　agate　and　lapis…

lazuli；　filled　one　corner；　and　facing　the　window　stood　a　curiously

wrought　cabinet　with　lacquer　panels　of　powdered　and　mosaiced　gold；

on　which　were　placed　some　delicate　goblets　of　Venetian　glass；　and　a

cup　of　dark…veined　onyx。　　Pale　poppies　were　broidered　on　the　silk

coverlet　of　the　bed；　as　though　they　had　fallen　from　the　tired　hands

of　sleep；　and　tall　reeds　of　fluted　ivory　bare　up　the　velvet　canopy；

from　which　great　tufts　of　ostrich　plumes　sprang；　like　white　foam；

to　the　pallid　silver　of　the　fretted　ceiling。　　A　laughing　Narcissus

in　green　bronze　held　a　polished　mirror　above　its　head。　　On　the

table　stood　a　flat　bowl　of　amethyst。



Outside　he　could　see　the　huge　dome　of　the　cathedral；　looming　like　a

bubble　over　the　shadowy　houses；　and　the　weary　sentinels　pacing　up

and　down　on　the　misty　terrace　by　the　river。　　Far　away；　in　an

orchard；　a　nightingale　was　singing。　　A　faint　perfume　of　jasmine

came　through　the　open　window。　　He　brushed　his　brown　curls　back　from

his　forehead；　and　taking　up　a　lute；　let　his　fingers　stray　across

the　cords。　　His　heavy　eyelids　drooped；　and　a　strange　languor　came

over　him。　　Never　before　had　he　felt　so　keenly；　or　with　such

exquisite　joy；　the　magic　and　the　mystery　of　beautiful　things。



When　midnight　sounded　from　the　clock…tower　he　touched　a　bell；　and

his　pages　entered　and　disrobed　him　with　much　ceremony；　pouring

rose…water　over　his　hands；　and　strewing　flowers　on　his　pillow。　　A

few　moments　after　that　they　had　left　the　room；　he　fell　asleep。





And　as　he　slept　he　dreamed　a　dream；　and　this　was　his　dream。



He　thought　that　he　was　standing　in　a　long；　low　attic；　amidst　the

whir　and　clatter　of　many　looms。　　The　meagre　daylight　peered　in

through　the　grated　windows；　and　showed　him　the　gaunt　figures　of　the

weavers　bending　over　their　cases。　　Pale；　sickly…looking　children

were　crouched　on　the　huge　crossbeams。　　As　the　shuttles　dashed

through　the　warp　they　lifted　up　the　heavy　battens；　and　when　the

shuttles　stopped　they　let　the　battens　fall　and　pressed　the　threads

together。　　Their　faces　were　pinched　with　famine；　and　their　thin

hands　shook　and　trembled。　　Some　haggard　women　were　seated　at　a

table　sewing。　　A　horrible　odour　filled　the　place。　　The　air　was　foul

and　heavy；　and　the　walls　dripped　and　streamed　with　damp。



The　young　King　went　over　to　one　of　the　weavers；　and　stood　by　him

and　watched　him。



And　the　weaver　looked　at　him　angrily；　and　said；　'Why　art　thou

watching　me？　　Art　thou　a　spy　set　on　us　by　our　master？'



'Who　is　thy　master？'　asked　the　young　King。



'Our　master！'　cried　the　weaver；　bitterly。　　'He　is　a　man　like

myself。　　Indeed；　there　is　but　this　difference　between　us　…　that　he

wears　fine　clothes　while　I　go　in　rags；　and　that　while　I　am　weak

from　hunger　he　suffers　not　a　little　from　overfeeding。'



'The　land　is　free；'　said　the　young　King；　'and　thou　art　no　man's

slave。'



'In　war；'　answered　the　weaver；　'the　strong　make　slaves　of　the　weak；

and　in　peace　the　rich　make　slaves　of　the　poor。　　We　must　work　to

live；　and　they　give　us　such　mean　wages　that　we　die。　　We　toil　for

them　all　day　long；　and　they　heap　up　gold　in　their　coffers；　and　our

children　fade　away　before　their　time；　and　the　faces　of　those　we

love　become　hard　and　evil。　　We　tread　out　the　grapes；　and　another

drinks　the　wine。　　We　sow　the　corn；　and　our　own　board　is　empty。　　We

have　chains；　though　no　eye　beholds　them；　and　are　slaves；　though　men

call　us　free。'



'Is　it　so　with　all？'　he　asked；



'It　is　so　with　all；'　answered　the　weaver；　'with　the　young　as　well

as　with　the　old；　with　the　women　as　well　as　with　the　men；　with　the

little　children　as　well　as　with　those　who　are　stricken　in　years。

The　merchants　grind　us　down；　and　we　must　needs　do　their　bidding。

The　priest　rides　by　and　tells　his　beads；　and　no　man　has　care　of　us。

Through　our　sunless　lanes　creeps　Poverty　with　her　hungry　eyes；　and

Sin　with　his　sodden　face　follows　close　behind　her。　　Misery　wakes　us

in　the　morning；　and　Shame　sits　with　us　at　night。　　But　what　are

these　things　to　thee？　　Thou　art　not　one　of　us。　　Thy　face　is　too

happy。'　　And　he　turned　away　scowling；　and　threw　the　shuttle　across

the　loom；　and　the　young　King　saw　that　it　was　threaded　with　a　thread

of　gold。



And　a　great　terror　seized　upon　him；　and　he　said　to　the　weaver；

'What　robe　is　this　that　thou　art　weaving？'



'It　is　the　robe　for　the　coronation　of　the　young　King；'　he　answered；

'what　is　that　to　thee？'



And　the　young　King　gave　a　loud　cry　and　woke；　and　lo！　he　was　in　his

own　chamber；　and　through　the　window　he　saw　the　great　honey…coloured

moon　hanging　in　the　dusky　air。





And　he　fell　asleep　again　and　dreamed；　and　this　was　his　dream。



He　thought　that　he　was　lying　on　the　deck　of　a　huge　galley　that　was

being　rowed　by　a　hundred　slaves。　　On　a　carpet　by　his　side　the

master　of　the　galley　was　seated。　　He　was　black　as　ebony；　and　his

turban　was　of　crimson　silk。　　Great　earrings　of　silver　dragged　down

the　thick　lobes　of　his　ears；　and　in　his　hands　he　had　a　pair　of

ivory　scales。



The　slaves　were　naked；　but　for　a　ragged　loin…cloth；　and　each　man

was　chained　to　his　neighbour。　　The　hot　sun　beat　brightly　upon　them；

and　the　negroes　ran　up　and　down　the　gangway　and　lashed　them　with

whips　of　hide。　　They　stretched　out　their　lean　arms　and　pulled　the

heavy　oars　through　the　water。　　The　salt　spray　flew　from　the　blades。



At　last　they　reached　a　little　bay；　and　began　to　take　soundings。　　A

light　wind　blew　from　the　shore；　and　covered　the　deck　and　the　great

lateen　sail　with　a　fine　red　dust。　　Three　Arabs　mounted　on　wild

asses　rode　out　and　threw　spears　at　them。　　The　master　of　the　galley

took　a　painted　bow　in　his　hand　and　shot　one　of　them　in　the　throat。

He　fell　heavily　into　the　surf；　and　his　companions　galloped　away。　　A

woman　wrapped　in　a　yellow　veil　followed　slowly　on　a　camel；　looking

back　now　and　then　at　the　dead　body。



As　soon　as　they　had　cast　anchor　and　hauled　down　the　sail；　the

negroes　went　into　the　hold　and　brought　up　a　long　rope…ladder；

heavily　weighted　with　lead。　　The　master　of　the　galley　threw　it　over

the　side；　making　the　ends　fast　to　two　iron　stanchions。　　Then　the

negroes　seized　the　youngest　of　the　slaves　and　knocked　his　gyves

off；　and　filled　his　nostrils　and　his　ears　with　wax；　and　tied　a　big

stone　round　his　waist。　　He　crept　wearily　down　the　ladder；　and

disappeared　into　the　sea。　　A　few　bubbles　rose　where　he　sank。　　Some

of　the　other　slaves　peered　curiously　over　the　side。　　At　the　prow　of

the　galley　sat　a　shark…charmer；　beating　monotonously　upon　a　drum。



After　some　time　the　diver　rose　up　out　of　the　water；　and　clung

panting　to　the　ladder　with　a　pearl　in　his　right　hand。　　The　negroes

seized　it　from　him；　and　thrust　him　back。　　The　slaves　fell　asleep

over　their　oars。



Again　and　again　he　came　up；　and　each　time　that　he　did　so　he　brought

with　him　a　beautiful　pearl。　　The　master　of　the　galley　weighed　them；

and　put　them　into　a　little　bag　of　green　leather。



The　young　King　tried　to　speak；　but　his　tongue　seemed　to　cleave　to

the　roof　of　his　mouth；　and　his　lips　refused　to　move。　　The　negroes

chattered　to　each　other；　and　began　to　quarrel　over　a　string　of

bright　beads。　　Two　cranes　flew　round　and　round　the　vessel。



Then　the　diver　came　up　for　the　last　time；　and　the　pearl　that　he

brought　with　him　was　fairer　than　all　the　pearls　of　Ormuz；　for　it

was　shaped　like　the　full　moon；　and　whiter　than　the　morning　star。

But　his　face　was　strangely　pale；　and　as　he　fell　upon　the　deck　the

blood