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myself　ere　my　researches　had　made　it　mine；　thou　wouldst　have

escaped　the　curse　of　which　thou　complainest　now；thou　wouldst

not　have　mourned　over　the　brevity　of　human　affection　as　compared

to　the　duration　of　thine　own　existence；　for　thou　wouldst　have

survived　the　very　desire　and　dream　of　the　love　of　woman。

Brightest；　and；　but　for　that　error；　perhaps　the　loftiest；　of　the

secret　and　solemn　race　that　fills　up　the　interval　in　creation

between　mankind　and　the　children　of　the　Empyreal；　age　after　age

wilt　thou　rue　the　splendid　folly　which　made　thee　ask　to　carry　the

beauty　and　the　passions　of　youth　into　the　dreary　grandeur　of

earthly　immortality。〃



〃I　do　not　repent；　nor　shall　I；〃　answered　Zanoni。　　〃The　transport

and　the　sorrow；　so　wildly　blended；　which　have　at　intervals

diversified　my　doom；　are　better　than　the　calm　and　bloodless　tenor

of　thy　solitary　waythou；　who　lovest　nothing；　hatest　nothing；

feelest　nothing；　and　walkest　the　world　with　the　noiseless　and

joyless　footsteps　of　a　dream！〃



〃You　mistake；〃　replied　he　who　had　owned　the　name　of　Mejnour；

〃though　I　care　not　for　love；　and　am　dead　to　every　PASSION　that

agitates　the　sons　of　clay；　I　am　not　dead　to　their　more　serene

enjoyments。　　I　carry　down　the　stream　of　the　countless　years；　not

the　turbulent　desires　of　youth；　but　the　calm　and　spiritual

delights　of　age。　　Wisely　and　deliberately　I　abandoned　youth

forever　when　I　separated　my　lot　from　men。　　Let　us　not　envy　or

reproach　each　other。　　I　would　have　saved　this　Neapolitan；　Zanoni

（since　so　it　now　pleases　thee　to　be　called）；　partly　because　his

grandsire　was　but　divided　by　the　last　airy　barrier　from　our　own

brotherhood；　partly　because　I　know　that　in　the　man　himself　lurk

the　elements　of　ancestral　courage　and　power；　which　in　earlier

life　would　have　fitted　him　for　one　of　us。　　Earth　holds　but　few　to

whom　Nature　has　given　the　qualities　that　can　bear　the　ordeal。

But　time　and　excess；　that　have　quickened　his　grosser　senses；　have

blunted　his　imagination。　　I　relinquish　him　to　his　doom。〃



〃And　still；　then；　Mejnour；　you　cherish　the　desire　to　revive　our

order；　limited　now　to　ourselves　alone；　by　new　converts　and

allies。　　Surelysurelythy　experience　might　have　taught　thee；

that　scarcely　once　in　a　thousand　years　is　born　the　being　who　can

pass　through　the　horrible　gates　that　lead　into　the　worlds

without！　　Is　not　thy　path　already　strewed　with　thy　victims？　　Do

not　their　ghastly　faces　of　agony　and　fearthe　blood…stained

suicide；　the　raving　maniacrise　before　thee；　and　warn　what　is

yet　left　to　thee　of　human　sympathy　from　thy　insane　ambition？〃



〃Nay；〃　answered　Mejnour；　〃have　I　not　had　success　to

counterbalance　failure？　　And　can　I　forego　this　lofty　and　august

hope；　worthy　alone　of　our　high　condition；the　hope　to　form　a

mighty　and　numerous　race　with　a　force　and　power　sufficient　to

permit　them　to　acknowledge　to　mankind　their　majestic　conquests

and　dominion；　to　become　the　true　lords　of　this　planet；　invaders；

perchance；　of　others；　masters　of　the　inimical　and　malignant

tribes　by　which　at　this　moment　we　are　surrounded：　　a　race　that

may　proceed；　in　their　deathless　destinies；　from　stage　to　stage　of

celestial　glory；　and　rank　at　last　amongst　the　nearest　ministrants

and　agents　gathered　round　the　Throne　of　Thrones？　　What　matter　a

thousand　victims　for　one　convert　to　our　band？　　And　you；　Zanoni；〃

continued　Mejnour；　after　a　pause；〃you；　even　you；　should　this

affection　for　a　mortal　beauty　that　you　have　dared；　despite

yourself；　to　cherish；　be　more　than　a　passing　fancy；　should　it；

once　admitted　into　your　inmost　nature；　partake　of　its　bright　and

enduring　essence；even　you　may　brave　all　things　to　raise　the

beloved　one　into　your　equal。　　Nay；　interrupt　me　not。　　Can　you　see

sickness　menace　her；　danger　hover　around；　years　creep　on；　the

eyes　grow　dim；　the　beauty　fade；　while　the　heart；　youthful　still；

clings　and　fastens　round　your　own；can　you　see　this；　and　know　it

is　yours　to〃



〃Cease！〃　cried　Zanoni；　fiercely。　　〃What　is　all　other　fate　as

compared　to　the　death　of　terror？　　What；　when　the　coldest　sage；

the　most　heated　enthusiast；　the　hardiest　warrior　with　his　nerves

of　iron；　have　been　found　dead　in　their　beds；　with　straining

eyeballs　and　horrent　hair；　at　the　first　step　of　the　Dread

Progress；thinkest　thou　that　this　weak　womanfrom　whose　cheek　a

sound　at　the　window；　the　screech　of　the　night…owl；　the　sight　of　a

drop　of　blood　on　a　man's　sword；　would　start　the　colourcould

brave　one　glance　ofAway！　the　very　thought　of　such　sights　for

her　makes　even　myself　a　coward！〃



〃When　you　told　her　you　loved　her；when　you　clasped　her　to　your

breast；　you　renounced　all　power　to　foresee　her　future　lot；　or

protect　her　from　harm。　　Henceforth　to　her　you　are　human；　and

human　only。　　How　know　you；　then；　to　what　you　may　be　tempted；　how

know　you　what　her　curiosity　may　learn　and　her　courage　brave？　　But

enough　of　this；you　are　bent　on　your　pursuit？〃



〃The　fiat　has　gone　forth。〃



〃And　to…morrow？〃



〃To…morrow；　at　this　hour；　our　bark　will　be　bounding　over　yonder

ocean；　and　the　weight　of　ages　will　have　fallen　from　my　heart！　　I

compassionate　thee；　O　foolish　sage；THOU　hast　given　up　THY

youth！〃





CHAPTER　3。XVII。



Alch：　　Thou　always　speakest　riddles。　　Tell　me　if　thou　art　that

fountain　of　which　Bernard　Lord　Trevizan　writ？



Merc：　　I　am　not　that　fountain；　but　I　am　the　water。　　The　fountain

compasseth　me　about。



Sandivogius；　〃New　Light　of　Alchymy。〃



The　Prince　di　　was　not　a　man　whom　Naples　could　suppose　to　be

addicted　to　superstitious　fancies。　　Still；　in　the　South　of　Italy；

there　was　then；　and　there　still　lingers　a　certain　spirit　of

credulity；　which　may；　ever　and　anon；　be　visible　amidst　the

boldest　dogmas　of　their　philosophers　and　sceptics。　　In　his

childhood；　the　prince　had　learned　strange　tales　of　the　ambition；

the　genius；　and　the　career　of　his　grandsire；and　secretly；

perhaps　influenced　by　ancestral　example；　in　earlier　youth　he

himself　had　followed　science；　not　only　through　her　legitimate

course；　but　her　antiquated　and　erratic　windings。　　I　have；　indeed；

been　shown　in　Naples　a　little　volume；　blazoned　with　the　arms　of

the　Visconti；　and　ascribed　to　the　nobleman　I　refer　to；　which

treats　of　alchemy　in　a　spirit　half…mocking　and　half…reverential。



Pleasure　soon　distracted　him　from　such　speculations；　and　his

talents；　which　were　unquestionably　great；　were　wholly　perverted

to　extravagant　intrigues；　or　to　the　embellishment　of　a　gorgeous

ostentation　with　something　of　classic　grace。　　His　immense　wealth；

his　imperious　pride；　his　unscrupulous　and　daring　character；　made

him　an　object　of　no　inconsiderable　fear　to　a　feeble　and　timid

court；　and　the　ministers　of　the　indolent　government　willingly

connived　at　excesses　which　allured　him　at　least　from　ambition。

The　strange　visit　and　yet　more　strange　departure　of　Mejnour

filled　the　breast　of　the　Neapolitan　with　awe　and　wonder；　against

which　all　the　haughty　arrogance　and　learned　scepticism　of　his

maturer　manhood　combated　in　vain。　　The　apparition　of　Mejnour

served；　indeed；　to　invest　Zanoni　with　a　character　in　which　the

prince　had　not　hitherto　regarded　him。　　He　felt　a　strange　alarm　at

the　rival　he　had　braved；at　the　foe　he　had　provoked。　　When；　a

little　before　his　banquet；　he　had　resumed　his　self…possession；　it

was　with　a　fell　and　gloomy　resolution　that　he　brooded　over　the

perfidious　schemes　he　had　previously　formed。　　He　felt　as　if　the

death　of　the　mysterious　Zanoni　were　necessary　for　the

preservation　of　his　own　life；　and　if　at　an　earlier　period　of

their　rivalry　he　had　determined　on　the　fate　of　Zanoni；　the

warnings　of　Mejnour　only　served　to　confirm　his　resolve。



〃We　will　try　if　his　magic　can　invent　an　antidote　to　the　bane；〃

said　he；　half…aloud；　and　with　a　stern　smile；　as　he　summoned

Mascari　to　his　presence。　　The　poison　which　the　prince；　with　his

own　hands；　mixed　into　the　wine　intended　for　his　guest；　was

compounded　from　materials；　the　secret　of　which　had　been　one　of

the　proudest　heir…looms　of　that　able　and　evil　race　which　gave　to

Italy　her　wisest　and　guiltiest　tyrants。　　Its　operation　was　quick

yet　not　sudden：　　it　produced　no　pain；it　left　on　the　form　no

grim　convulsion；　on　the　skin　no　purpling　spot；　to　arouse

suspicion；　you　might　have　cut　and　carved　every　membrane　and　fibre

of　the　corpse；　but　the　sharpest　eyes　of　the　leech　would　not　have

detected　the　presence　of　the　subtle　life…queller。　　For　twelve

hours　the　victim　felt　nothing　save　a　joyous　and　elated

exhilaration　of　the　blood；　a　delicious　languor　followed；　the　sure

forerunner　of　apoplexy。　　No　lancet　then　could　save！　　Apoplexy　had

run　much　in　the　families　of　the　enemies　of　the　Visconti！



The　hour　of　the　feast　arrived；the　guests　assembled。　　There　were

the　flower　of　the　Neapolitan　seignorie；　the　descendants　of　the

Norman；　the　Teuton；　the　Goth；　for　Naples　had　then　a　nobility；　but

derived　it　from　the　North；　which　has　indeed　been　the　Nutrix

Leonum；the　nurse　of　the　lion…hearted　chivalry　of　the　world。



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