第11章 THE LOTUS(11)

Mute with surprise at this spectacle, Paphnutius turned to the monster.It had disappeared, and, in place of the sphinx, the monk saw a veiled woman, who said--"Look and understand.Such is the obstinacy of these infidels, that, even in hell, they remain victims of the illusions which deluded them when on earth.Death has not undeceived them; for it is very plain that it does not suffice merely to die in order to see God.Those who are ignorant of the truth whilst living, will be ignorant of it always.The demons which are busy torturing these souls, what are they but agents of divine justice? That is why these souls neither see them nor feel them.They were ignorant of the truth, and therefore unaware of their own condemnation, and God Himself cannot compel them to suffer.

"God can do all things," said the Abbot of Antinoe.

"He cannot do that which is absurd," replied the veiled woman."To punish them, they must first be enlightened, and if they possessed the truth, they would be like unto the elect."Vexed and horrified, Paphnutius again bent over the edge of the abyss.

He saw the shade of Nicias smiling, with a wreath of flowers on his head, sitting under a burnt myrtle tree.By his side was Aspasia of Miletus, gracefully draped in a woollen cloak, and they seemed to talk together of love and philosophy; the expression of her face was sweet and noble.The rain of fire which fell on them was as a refreshing dew, and their feet pressed the burning soil as though it had been tender grass.At this sight Paphnutius was filled with fury.

"Strike him, O God! strike him!" he cried."It is Nicias! Let him weep! let him groan! let him grind his teeth! He sinned with Thais!"And Paphnutius woke in the arms of a sailor, as strong as Hercules, who cried--"Quietly! quietly! my friend! By Proteus, the old shepherd of the seals, you slumber uneasily.If I had not caught hold of you, you would have tumbled into the Eunostos.It is as true as that my mother sold salt fish, that I saved your life.""I thank God," replied Paphnutius.

And, rising to his feet, he walked straight before him, meditating on the vision which had come to him whilst he was asleep.

"This vision," he said to himself, "is plainly an evil one; it is an insult to divine goodness to imagine hell is unreal.The dream certainly came from the devil."He reasoned thus because he knew how to distinguish between the dreams sent by God and those produced by evil angels.Such discernment is useful to the hermit, who lives surrounded by apparitions, and who, in avoiding men, is sure to meet with spirits.The deserts are full of phantoms.When the pilgrims drew near the ruined castle, to which the holy hermit, Anthony, had retired, they heard a noise like that which goes up from the public square of a large city at a great festival.

The noise was made by the devils, who were tempting the holy man.

Paphnutius remembered this memorable example.He also called to mind St.John the Egyptian, who for sixty years was tempted by the devil.

But John saw through all the tricks of the demon.One day, however, the devil, having assumed the appearance of a man, entered the grotto of the venerable John, and said to him, "John, you must continue to fast until to-morrow evening." And John, believing that it was an angel who spoke, obeyed the voice of the demon, and fasted the next day until the vesper hour.That was the only victory that the Prince of Darkness ever gained over St.John the Egyptian, and that was but a trifling one.It was therefore not astonishing that Paphnutius knew at once that the vision which had visited him in his sleep was an evil one.

Whilst he was gently remonstrating with God for having given him into the power of the demons, he felt himself pushed and dragged amidst a crowd of people who were all hurrying in the same direction.As he was unaccustomed to walk in the streets of a city, he was shoved and knocked from one passer to another like an inert mass; and being embarrassed by the folds of his tunic, he was more than once on the point of falling.Desirous of knowing where all these people could be going, he asked one of them the cause of this hurry.

"Do you not know, stranger," replied he, "that the games are about to begin, and that Thais will appear on the stage? All the citizens are going to the theatre, and I also am going.Would you like to accompany me?"It occurred to him at once that it would further his design to see Thais in the games, and Paphnutius followed the stranger.In front of them stood the theatre, its portico ornamented with shining masks, and its huge circular wall covered with innumerable statues.Following the crowd, they entered a narrow passage, at the end of which lay the amphitheatre, glittering with light.They took their places on one of the seats, which descended in steps to the stage, which was empty but magnificently decorated.There was no curtain to hide the view, and on the stage was a mound, such as used to be erected in old times to the shades of heroes.This mound stood in the midst of a camp.Lances were stacked in front of the tents, and golden shields hung from masts, amidst boughs of laurel and wreaths of oak.On the stage all was silence, but a murmur like the humming of bees in a hive rose from the vast hemicycle filled with spectators.All their faces, reddened by the reflection from the purple awning which waved above them, turned with attentive curiosity towards the large, silent stage, with its tomb and tents.The women laughed and ate lemons, and the regular theatre-goers called gaily to one another from their seats.

Paphnutius prayed inwardly, and refrained from uttering any vain words, but his neighbour began to complain of the decline of the drama.