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wore brimmed tallish hats and pale stuff showing at their necks. Somehow I assumed that these men must be the ā€œrude fellows from the Cityā€ I remembered Beau mentioning a million or so years ago. Although I couldnā€™t see them very well, and didnā€™t spend much time on them, there was one of them who had his hat off or excitedly pushed way back, showing a big pale forehead. Although that was all the conscious impression I had of his face, he seemed frighteningly familiar.

In the horn to my right, which was wider, were lined up about a dozen horses, with grooms holding tight every two of them, but throwing their heads back now and then as they strained against the reins, and stamping their front hooves restlessly. Oh, they frightened me, I tell you, that line of two-foot-long glossy-haired faces, writhing back their upper lips from teeth wide as piano keys, every horse of them looking as wild-eyed and evil as Fuseliā€™s steed sticking its head through the drapes in his picture ā€œThe Nightmare.ā€

To the center the trees came close to the stage. Just in front of them was Queen Elizabeth sitting on the chair on the spread carpet, just as Iā€™d seen her out there before; only now I could see that the braziers were glowing and redly highlighting her pale cheeks and dark red hair and the silver in her dress and cloak. She was looking at Martinā ā€”Lady Mackā ā€”most intently, her mouth grimaced tight, twisting her fingers together.

Standing rather close around her were a half dozen men with fancier hats and ruffs and wide-flaring riding gauntlets.

Then, through the trees and tall leafless bushes just behind Elizabeth, I saw an identical Elizabeth-face floating, only this one was smiling a demonic smile. The eyes were open very wide. Now and then the pupils darted rapid glances from side to side.

There was a sharp pain in my left wrist and Sid whisper-snarling at me, ā€œAccustomed action!ā€ out of the corner of his shadowed mouth.

I tolled on obediently, ā€œIt is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.ā€

Martin had set down the candle, which still flared and guttered, on a little high table so firm its thin legs must have been stabbed into the ground. And he was rubbing his hands together slowly, continually, tormentedly, trying to get rid of Duncanā€™s blood which Mrs. Mack knows in her sleep is still there. And all the while as he did it, the agitation of the seated Elizabeth grew, the eyes flicking from side to side, hands writhing.

He got to the lines, ā€œHereā€™s the smell of blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!ā€

As he wrung out those soft, tortured sighs, Elizabeth stood up from her chair and took a step forward. The courtiers moved toward her quickly, but not touching her, and she said loudly, ā€œā€Šā€™Tis the blood of Mary Stuart whereof she speaksā ā€”the pails of blood that will gush from her chopped neck. Oh, I cannot endure it!ā€ And as she said that last, she suddenly turned about and strode back toward the trees, kicking out her ash-colored skirt. One of the courtiers turned with her and stooped toward her closely, whispering something. But although she paused a moment, all she said was, ā€œNay, Eyes, stop not the play, but follow me not! Nay, I say leave me, Leicester!ā€ And she walked into the trees, he looking after her.

Then Sid was kicking my ankle and I was reciting something and Martin was taking up his candle again without looking at it saying with a drugged agitation, ā€œTo bed; to bed; thereā€™s knocking at the gate.ā€

Elizabeth came walking out of the trees again, her head bowed. She couldnā€™t have been in them ten seconds. Leicester hurried toward her, hand anxiously outstretched.

Martin moved offstage, torturedly yet softly wailing, ā€œWhatā€™s done cannot be undone.ā€

Just then Elizabeth flicked aside Leicesterā€™s hand with playful contempt and looked up and she was smiling the devil-smile. A horse whinnied like a trumpeted snicker.

As Sid and I started our last few lines together I intoned mechanically, letting words free-fall from my mind to my tongue. All this time I had been answering Lady Mack in my thoughts, Thatā€™s what you think, sister.

VIII

God cannot effect that anything which is past should not have been.
It is more impossible than rising the dead.

Summa Theologica

The moment I was out of sight of the audience I broke away from Sid and ran to the dressing room. I flopped down on the first chair I saw, my head and arms trailed over its back, and I almost passed out. It wasnā€™t a mind-wavery fit. Just normal faint.

I couldnā€™t have been there longā ā€”well, not very long, though the battle-rattle and alarums of the last scene were echoing tinnily from the stageā ā€”when Bruce and Beau and Mark (who was playing Malcolm, Martinā€™s usual main part) came in wearing their last-act stage-armor and carrying between them Queen Elizabeth flaccid as a sack. Martin came after them, stripping off his white wool nightgown so fast that buttons flew. I thought automatically, Iā€™ll have to sew those.

They laid her down on three chairs set side by side and hurried out. Unpinning the folded towel, which had fallen around his waist, Martin walked over and looked down at her. He yanked off his wig by a braid and tossed it at me.

I let it hit me and fall on the floor. I was looking at that white queenly face, eyes open and staring sightless at the ceiling, mouth open a little too with a thread of foam trailing from the corner, and at that ice-cream-cone bodice that never stirred. The blue fly came buzzing over my head and circled down toward her face.

ā€œMartin,ā€ I said with difficulty, ā€œI donā€™t think Iā€™m going to like what weā€™re doing.ā€

He turned on me, his short hair

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