the golden fleece-第8节
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CHAPTER IV。
General Trednoke's household went early to bed。 As there was more accommodation in the old house than sufficed for its present inhabitants； it followed that each of them had a regal allowance of rooms。 And when Grace Parsloe became one of the occupants； she was allotted two commodious apartments at the extremity of the left wing。 They communicated； through long windows； with the veranda in front； and by means of doors with the passage； or hall； traversing the house from end to end。 If； therefore； she happened to be sleepless； she might issue forth into the garden； and wander about there without let or hinderance until she was ready to accept the wooing of the god of dreams； or； if supernatural terrors daunted her； she could in a few seconds transfer herself and her fears to Miriam's chamber； which occupied the same position in the right wing that hers did in the left。
The night； as is customary in that climate； where the atmosphere is pure and evaporation rapid； was cool and still。 By ten o'clock there was no sound to indicate that any person was awake； though； to an acute ear； the rise and fall of regular breathing； or even an occasional snore； might have given evidence of slumber。 At the back of the house； the Indian retainers were lapped in silence。 They were a harmless people； somewhat disposed； perhaps； to small pilferings； in an amiable and loyal way； but incapable of anything seriously criminal。 There were no locks on the doors； and most of them stood ajar。 Tramps and burglars were unknown。
Miriam； having put on her night…dress； stood a few minutes at her window； gazing out on the soft darkness of the garden。 All there was peacefulness and fragrance。 The leaves of the plants hung motionless； the blossoms seemed to hush themselves to the enjoyment of their own sweetness。 The sky was clear； but there was no moon。 A beautiful planet； however； bright enough to cast a shadow； hung in the southwestern sky； and its mysterious light touched Miriam's face； and cast a dim rectangle of radiance on the white matting that carpeted the floor of her room。 It was the planet Venus；the star of love。 Miriam thought it would be a pleasant place to live in。 But one need not journey to Venus to find a world where love is the ruling passion。 Circumstances over which she has no control may cause such a world to come into existence in a girl's heart。
She left the window at last； and got into bed； where she soon presented an image of perfect repose。 Meanwhile； in a dark corner of the court…yard at the rear； a dark； pyramidal object abode without motion。 It might have been taken for a heap of blankets piled up there。 But if you examined it more narrowly you would have detected in it the vague outlines of a human figure； squatting on its haunches； with its head resting on its knees； and its arms clasped round them；somewhat as figures sit in Egyptian hieroglyphics； or like Aztecan mummies in the tomb。 So still was it； it might itself have been a mummy。 But ever and anon a blinking of the narrow eyes in the bronze countenance told that it was no mummy； but a living creature。 In fact； it was none other than the aged and austere Kamaiakan； who； for reasons best known to himself； chose to spend the hours usually devoted to rest in an attitude that no European or white American could have maintained with comfort longer than five minutes。
An hourtwo hourspassed away。 Then Kamaiakan noiselessly arose； peered about him cautiously for a few moments； and passed out of the court…yard through the open gate。 He turned to the left； and； stealing beneath Miriam's windows； paused there for an instant and made certain gestures with his arms。 Anon he continued his way to the garden； and was soon concealed by the thick shrubbery。
History requires us to follow him。 The garden extended westward； and was quite a spacious enclosure： one not familiar with its winding paths might easily lose himself there on a dark night。 But Kamaiakan knew where he was going； and the way thither。 He now stalked along more swiftly； taking one turn after another； brushing aside the low…hanging boughs； and passing the loveliest flowers without a glance。 He was as one preoccupied with momentous business。 Presently he arrived at a small open space； remote and secluded。 It was completely surrounded by tall shrubbery。 In the centre was a basin of stone； evidently very ancient； filled to the brim with the clear water of a spring； which bubbled up from the bottom； and； overflowing by way of a gap in the edge； became a small rivulet； which stole away in the direction of the sea。 Across the slightly undulating surface of the basin trembled the radiance of the star。
Kamaiakan knelt down beside it； and； bending over； gazed intently into the water。 Presently he dipped his hands in it； and sprinkled shining drops over his own gaunt person； and over the ground in the vicinity of the spring。 He made strange movements with his arms； bowed his head and erected it again； and traced curious figures on the ground with his finger。 It appeared as if the venerable Indian had solemnly lost his senses and had sought out this lonely spot to indulge the vagaries of his insanity。 If so； his silence and deliberation afforded an example worthy of consideration by other lunatics。
Suddenly he ceased his performance； and held himself in a listening attitude。 A light； measured sound was audible； accompanied by the rustling of leaves。 It came nearer。 There was a glimpse of whiteness through the interstices of the surrounding foliage； and then a slender figure； clad in close…fitting raiment； entered the little circle。 It wore a sort of tunic； reaching half…way to the knees； and leggings of the same soft； grayish…white material。 The head was covered with a sort of hood； which left only the face exposed； and this too might be covered by a species of veil or mask； which； however； was now fastened back on the headpiece； after the manner of a visor。 The front of the tunic was embroidered with fantastic devices in gold thread； brightened here and there with precious stones； and other devices appeared on the hood。 The face of this figure was pale and calm； with great dark eyes beneath black brows。 The stature was no greater than that of a lad of fifteen； but the bearing was composed and dignified。 The contours of the figure； however； even as seen by that dim light； were those of neither a boy nor a man。 The wearer of the tunic was a girl； just rounding into womanhood； and the face was the face of Miriam。
Yet it was not by this name that Kamaiakan addressed her。 After making a deep obeisance； touching his hand to her foot and then to his own forehead and breast； he said； in a language that was neither Spanish nor such as the modern Indians of Mexico use；
〃Welcome； Semitzin！ May this night be the beginning of high things！〃
〃I am ready；〃 replied the other； in a soft and low voice； but with a certain stateliness of utterance unlike the usual manner of General Trednoke's daughter： 〃I was glad to hear you call； and to see again the stars and the earth。 Have you anything to tell？〃
〃There are events which may turn to our harm； most revered princess。 The master of this house〃
〃Why do you not call him my father； Kamaiakan？〃 interposed the other。 〃He is indeed the father of this mortal body which I wear； which （as you tell me） bears the name of Miriam。 Besides； are not Miriam and I united by the thread of descent？〃
〃Something of the spirit that is you dwells in her also；〃 said the Indian。
〃And does she know of it？〃
〃At times； my princess； but only as one remembers a dream。〃
〃I wish I might converse with her and instruct her in the truth；〃 said the princess。 〃And she； in turn； might speak to me of things that perplex me。 I live and move in this mortal world； and yet （you tell me） three centuries have passed since what is called my death。 To me it seems as if I had but slept through a night； and were awake again。 Nor can I tell what has happenedwhat my life and thoughts have beenduring this long lapse of time。 Yet it must be that I live another life： I cannot rest in extinction。 Three times you have called me forth； yet whence I come hither； or whither I return； is unknown to me。〃
〃There is a memory of the spirit；〃 replied Kamaiakan； 〃and a memory of the body。 They are separate； and cannot communicate with each other。 Such is the law。〃
〃Yet I remember； as if it were yesterday； the things that were done when Montezuma was king。 And well do I remember you； Kamaiakan！〃
〃It is true I live again； princess； though not in the flesh and bones that died with you in the past。 But in the old days I was acquainted with mysteries； and learned the secrets of the world of spirits； and this science still remained with me after the change； so that I was able to know that I was I； and that you could be recalled to speak with me through the tongue of Miriam。 But there are some things that I do not know； and it is for that I have been bold to summon you。〃
〃What can I tell you that can be of use to you in this present life； Kamaiakan； when all whom we knew and loved are gone？〃
〃To you only； Semitzin； is known the place of concealm
