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Now on a sudden he perceived that Demetrios had flung control of the future to Perion, as one gives money to a sot, entirely prescient of how it will be used. Perion had his moment of bleak rage.
âI will not cog the dice to my advantage any more than you!â said Perion. He drew the sword of Charlemagne and brandished it and cast it as far as even strong Perion could cast, and the sea swallowed it. âNow God alone is arbiter!â cried Perion, âand I am not afraid.â
He stood a pauper and a friendless man. Beside his thigh hung a sorcererâs scabbard of blue leather, curiously ornamented, but it was emptied of power. Yet Perion laughed exultingly, because he was elate with dreams of the future. And for the rest, he was aware it is less grateful to remember plaudits than to recall the exercise of that in us which is not merely human.
XX How Perion Got AidThen Perion turned from the Needle of Assignano, and went westward into the Forest of Columbiers. He had no plan. He wandered in the high woods that had never yet been felled or ordered, as a beast does in watchful care of hunters.
He came presently to a glade which the sunlight flooded without obstruction. There was in this place a fountain, which oozed from under an iron-coloured boulder incrusted with grey lichens and green moss. Upon the rock a woman sat, her chin propped by one hand, and she appeared to consider remote and pleasant happenings. She was clothed throughout in white, with metal bands about her neck and arms; and her loosened hair, which was coloured like straw, and was as pale as the hair of children, glittered about her, and shone frostily where it lay outspread upon the rock behind her.
She turned toward Perion without any haste or surprise, and Perion saw that this woman was Dame MĂ©lusine, whom he had loved to his own hurt (as you have heard) when Perion served King Helmas. She did not speak for a long while, but she lazily considered Perionâs honest face in a sort of whimsical regret for the adoration she no longer found there.
âThen it was really you,â he said, in wonder, âwhom I saw talking with Demetrios when I awakened today.â
âYou may be sure,â she answered, âthat my talking was in no way injurious to you. Ah, no, had I been elsewhere, Perion, I think you would by this have been in Paradise.â Then MĂ©lusine fell again to meditation. âAnd so you do not any longer either love or hate me, Perion?â Here was an odd echo of the complaint Demetrios had made.
âThat I once loved you is a truth which neither of us, I think, may ever quite forget,â said Perion, very quiet. âI alone know how utterly I loved youâ âno, it was not I who loved you, but a boy that is dead now. Kingâs daughter, all of stone, O cruel woman and hateful, O sleek, smiling traitress! today no man remembers how utterly I loved you, for the years are as a mist between the heart of the dead boy and me, so that I may no longer see the boyâs heart clearly. Yes, I have forgotten much.â ââ ⊠Yet even today there is that in me which is faithful to you, and I cannot give you the hatred which your treachery has earned.â
MĂ©lusine spoke shrewdly. She had a sweet, shrill voice.
âBut I loved you, Perionâ âoh, yes, in part I loved you, just as one cannot help but love a large and faithful mastiff. But you were tedious, you annoyed me by your egotism. Yes, my friend, you think too much of what you owe to Perionâs honour; you are perpetually squaring accounts with heaven, and you are too intent on keeping the balance in your favour to make a satisfactory lover.â You saw that MĂ©lusine was smiling in the shadow of her pale hair. âAnd yet you are very droll when you are unhappy,â she said, as of two minds.
He replied:
âI am, as heaven made me, a being of mingled nature. So I remember without distaste old happenings which now seem scarcely credible. I cannot quite believe that it was you and I who were so happy when youth was common to usâ ââ ⊠O MĂ©lusine, I have almost forgotten that if the world were searched between the sunrise and the sunsetting the MĂ©lusine I loved would not be found. I only know that a woman has usurped the voice of MĂ©lusine, and that this womanâs eyes also are blue, and that this woman smiles as MĂ©lusine was used to smile when I was young. I walk with ghosts, kingâs daughter, and I am none the happier.â
âAy, Periori,â she wisely answered, âfor the spring is at hand, intent upon an ageless magic. I am no less comely than I was, and my heart, I think, is tenderer. You are yet young, and you are very beautiful, my brave mastiffâ ââ ⊠And neither of us is moved at all! For us the spring is only a dotard sorcerer who has forgotten the spells of yesterday. I think that it is pitiable, although I would not have it otherwise.â She waited, fairy-like and wanton, seeming to premeditate a delicate mischief.
He declared, sighing, âNo, I would not have it otherwise.â
Then presently MĂ©lusine arose. She said:
âYou are a hunted man, unarmedâ âoh, yes, I know. Demetrios talked freely, because the son of Miramon Lluagor has good and ancient reasons to trust me. Besides, it was not for nothing that Pressina was my mother, and I know many things, pilfering light from the past to shed it upon the future. Come now with me to Brunbelois. I am
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