the ninth vibration-第16部分

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〃They　shout　the　Wondrous　Names　of　God　…　as　they　are　called；〃　said　Vanna　when　I　asked。　〃They　always　do　that　for　a　timid　effort。　Bad　shah！　The　Lord；　the　Compassionate；　and　so　on。　I　don't　think　there　is　any　religion　about　it　but　it　is　as　natural　to　them　as　One；　Two；　Three；　to　us。　It　gives　a　tremendous　lift。　Watch　and　see。〃

It　was　part　of　the　delightful　strangeness　that　we　should　move　to　that　strong　music。　We　sat　on　the　upper　deck　and　watched　the　dream　…　like　beauty　drift　slowly　by　until　we　emerged　beneath　a　little　bridge　into　the　fairy　land　of　the　lake　which　the　Mogul　Emperors　loved　so　well　that　they　made　their　noble　pleasance　gardens　on　the　banks；　and　thought　it　little　to　travel　up　yearly　from　far　…　off　Delhi　over　the　snowy　Pir　Panjal　with　their　Queens　and　courts　for　the　perfect　summer　of　Kashmir。

We　moored　by　a　low　bank　under　a　great　wood　of　chenar　trees；　and　saw　the　little　table　in　the　wilderness　set　in　the　greenest　shade　with　our　chairs　beside　it；　and　my　pipe　laid　reverently　upon　it　by　Kahdra。

Across　the　glittering　water　lay　on　one　side　the　Shalimar　Garden　known　to　all　readers　of　〃Lalla　Ruhk〃　…　a　paradise　of　roses；　and　beyond　it　again　the　lovelier　gardens　of　Nour…Mahal；　the　Light　of　the　Palace；　that　imperial　woman　who　ruled　India　under　the　weak　Emperor's　name　…　she　whose　name　he　set　thus　upon　his　coins：

〃By　order　of　King　Jehangir。　Gold　has　a　hundred　splendours　added　to　it　by　receiving　the　name　of　Nour…Jahan　the　Queen。〃

Has　any　woman　ever　had　a　more　royal　homage　than　this　most　royal　lady　…　known　first　as　Mihr…u…　nissa　…　Sun　of　Women；　and　later；　Nour…Mahal；　Light　of　the　Palace；　and　latest；　Nour…Jahan…　Begam；　Queen；　Light　of　the　World？

Here　in　these　gardens　she　had　lived　…　had　seen　the　snow　mountains　change　from　the　silver　of　dawn　to　the　illimitable　rose　of　sunset。　The　life；　the　colour　beat　insistently　upon　my　brain。　They　built　a　world　of　magic　where　every　moment　was　pure　gold。　Surely　…　surely　to　Vanna　it　must　be　the　same。　I　believed　in　my　very　soul　that　she　who　gave　and　shared　such　joy　could　not　be　utterly　apart　from　me？　Could　I　then　feel　certain　that　I　had　gained　any　ground　in　these　days　we　had　been　together？　Could　she　still　define　the　cruel　limits　she　had　laid　down；　or　were　her　eyes　kinder；　her　tones　a　more　broken　music？　I　did　not　know。　Whenever　I　could　hazard　a　guess　the　next　minute　baffled　me。

Just　then；　in　the　sunset；　she　was　sitting　on　deck；　singing　under　her　breath　and　looking　absently　away　to　the　Gardens　across　the　Lake。　I　could　catch　the　words　here　and　there；　and　knew　them。

　　〃Pale　hands　I　loved　beside　the　Shalimar；　　　　Where　are　you　now　…　who　lies　beneath　your　spell？　　　　Whom　do　you　lead　on　Rapture's　roadway　far；　　　　Before　you　agonize　them　in　farewell？〃

〃Don't！〃　I　said　abruptly。　It　stung　me。

〃What？〃　she　asked　in　surprise。　〃That　is　the　song　every　one　remembers　here。　Poor　Laurence　Hope！　How　she　knew　and　loved　this　India！　What　are　you　grumbling　at？〃

Her　smile　stung　me。

〃Never　mind；〃　I　said　morosely。　〃You　don't　understand。　You　never　will。〃

And　yet　I　believed　sometimes　that　she　would　…　that　time　was　on　my　side。

When　Kahdra　and　I　pulled　her　across　to　Nour…Mahal's　garden　next　day；　how　could　I　not　believe　it　…　her　face　was　so　full　of　joy　as　she　looked　at　me　for　sympathy？

〃I　don't　think　so　much　beauty　is　crowded　into　any　other　few　miles　in　the　world　…　beauty　of　association；　history；　nature；　everything！〃　she　said　with　shining　eyes。　〃The　lotus　flowers　are　not　out　yet　but　when　they　come　that　is　the　last　touch　of　perfection。　Do　you　remember　Homer　…　'But　whoso　ate　of　the　honey…sweet　fruit　of　the　lotus；　was　neither　willing　to　bring　me　word　again；　nor　to　depart。　Nay；　their　desire　was　to　remain　there　for　ever；　feeding　on　the　lotus　with　the　Lotus　Eaters；　forgetful　of　all　return。'　You　know　the　people　here　eat　the　roots　and　seeds？　I　ate　them　last　year　and　perhaps　that　is　why　I　cannot　stay　away。　But　look　at　Nour…　Mahal's　garden！〃

We　were　pulling　in　among　the　reeds　and　the　huge　carven　leaves　of　the　water　plants；　and　the　snake…headed　buds　lolling　upon　them　with　the　slippery　half…sinister　look　that　water…flowers　have；　as　though　their　cold　secret　life　belonged　to　the　hidden　water　world　and　not　to　ours。　But　now　the　boat　was　touching　the　little　wooden　steps。

O　beautiful　…　most　beautiful　the　green　lawns；　shaded　with　huge　pyramids　of　the　chenar　trees；　the　terraced　gardens　where　the　marble　steps　climbed　from　one　to　the　other；　and　the　mountain　streams　flashed　singing　and　shining　down　the　carved　marble　slopes　that　cunning　hands　had　made　to　delight　the　Empress　of　Beauty；　between　the　wildernesses　of　roses。　Her　pavilion　stands　still　among　the　flowers；　and　the　waters　ripple　through　it　to　join　the　lake　…　and　she　is　…　where？　Even　in　the　glory　of　sunshine　the　passing　of　all　fair　things　was　present　with　me　as　I　saw　the　empty　shell　that　had　held　the　Pearl　of　Empire；　and　her　roses　that　still　bloom；　her　waters　that　still　sing　for　others。

The　spray　of　a　hundred　fountains　was　misty　diamond　dust　in　the　warm　air　laden　with　the　scent　of　myriad　flowers。　Kahdra　followed　us　everywhere；　singing　his　little　tuneless　happy　song。　The　world　brimmed　with　beauty　and　joy。　And　we　were　together。　Words　broke　from　me。

〃Vanna；　let　it　be　for　ever！　Let　us　live　here。　I'll　give　up　all　the　world　for　this　and　you。〃

〃But　you　see；〃　she　said　delicately；　〃it　would　be　'giving　up。'　You　use　the　right　word。　It　is　not　your　life。　It　is　a　lovely　holiday；　no　more。　You　would　weary　of　it。　You　would　want　the　city　life　and　your　own　kind。〃

I　protested　with　all　my　soul。

〃No。　Indeed　I　will　say　frankly　that　it　would　be　lowering　yourself　to　live　a　lotus…eating　life　among　my　people。　It　is　a　life　with　which　you　have　no　tie。　A　Westerner　who　lives　like　that　steps　down；　he　loses　his　birthright　just　as　an　Oriental　does　who　Europeanizes　himself。　He　cannot　live　your　life　nor　you　his。　If　you　had　work　here　it　would　be　different。　No　…　six　or　eight　weeks　more；　then　go　away　and　forget　it。〃

I　turned　from　her。　The　serpent　was　in　Paradise。　When　is　he　absent？

On　one　of　the　terraces　a　man　was　beating　a　tom…tom；　and　veiled　women　listened；　grouped　about　him　in　brilliant　colours。

〃Isn't　that　all　India？〃　she　said；　〃that　dull　reiterated　sound？　It　half　stupefies；　half　maddens。　Once　at　Darjiling　I　saw　the　Lamas'　Devil　Dance　…　the　soul；　a　white…faced　child　with　eyes　unnaturally　enlarged；　fleeing　among　a　rabble　of　devils　…　the　evil　passions。　It　fled　wildly　here　and　there　and　every　way　was　blocked。　The　child　fell　on　its　knees；　screaming　dumbly　…　you　could　see　the　despair　in　the　staring　eyes；　but　all　was　drowned　in　the　thunder　of　Tibetan　drums。　No　mercy　…　no　escape。　Horrible！〃

〃Even　in　Europe　the　drum　is　awful；〃　I　said。　〃Do　you　remember　in　the　French　Revolution　how　they　Drowned　the　victims'　voices　in　a　thunder　roll　of　drums？〃

〃I　shall　always　see　the　face　of　the　child；　hunted　down　to　hell；　falling　on　its　knees；　and　screaming　without　a　sound；　when　I　hear　the　drum。　But　listen　…　a　flute！　Now　if　that　were　the　Flute　of　Krishna　you　would　have　to　follow。　Let　us　come！〃

I　could　hear　nothing　of　it；　but　she　insisted　and　we　followed　the　music；　inaudible　to　me；　up　the　slopes　of　the　garden　that　is　the　foot…hill　of　the　mighty　mountain　of　Mahadeo；　and　still　I　could　hear　nothing。　And　Vanna　told　me　strange　stories　of　the　Apollo　of　India　whom　all　hearts　must　adore；　even　as　the　herd…girls　adored　him　in　his　golden　youth　by　Jumna　river　and　in　the　pastures　of　Brindaban。

Next　day　we　were　climbing　the　hill　to　the　ruins　where　the　evil　magician　brought　the　King's　daughter　nightly　to　his　will；　flying　low　under　a　golden　moon。　Vanna　took　my　arm　and　I　pulled　her　laughing　up　the　steepest　flowery　slopes　until　we　reached　the　height；　and　lo！　the　arched　windows　were　eyeless　and　a　lonely　breeze　blowing　through　the　cloisters；　and　the　beautiful　yellowish　stone　arches　supported　nothing　and　were　but　frames　for　the　blue　of　far　lake　and　mountain　and　the　divine　sky。　We　climbed　the　broken　stairs　where　the　lizards　went　by　like　flashes；　and　had　I　the　tongue　of　men　and　angels　I　could　not　tell　the　wonder　that　lay　before　us；　…　the　whole　wide　valley　of　Kashmir　in　summer　glory；　with　its　scented　breeze　singing；　singing　above　it。

We　sat　on　the　crushed　aromatic　herbs　and　among　the　wild　roses　and　looked　down。

〃To　think；〃　she　said；　〃that　we　might　have　died　and　never　seen　it！〃

There　followed　a　long　silence。　I　thought　she　was　tired；　and　would　not　break　it。　Suddenly　she　spoke　in　a　strange　voice；　low　and　toneless；

〃The　story　of　this　place。　She　was　the　Princess　Padmavati；　and　her　home　was　in　Ayodhya。　When　she　woke　and　found　herself　here　by　the　lake　she　was　so　terrified　that　she　flung　herself　in　and　was　drowned。　They　held　her　back；　but　she　died。〃

〃How　do　you　know？〃

〃Because　a　wandering　monk　came　to　the　abbey　of　Tahkt…i…Bahi　near　Peshawar　and　told　Vasettha　the　Abbot。〃

I　had　nearly　spoilt　all　by　an　exclamation；　but　I　held　myself　back。　I　saw　she　was　dreaming　awake　and　was　unconscious　of　what　she　said。

〃The　Abbot　said；　'Do　not　describe　her。　What　talk　is　this　for　holy　men？　The　young　monks　must　not　hear。　Some　of　them　have　never　seen　a　woman。　Should　a　monk　speak　of　such　toys？'　But　the　wanderer　disobeyed　and　spoke；　and　there　was　a　great　tumult；　and　the　monks　threw　him　out　at　the　command　of　the　young　Abbot；　and　he　wandered　down　to　Peshawar；　and　it　was　he　later　…　the　evil　one！　…　that　brought　his　sister；　Lilavanti　the　Dancer；　to　Peshawar；　and　the　Abbot　fell　into　her　snare。　That　was　his　revenge！〃

Her　face　was　fixed　and　strange；　for　a　moment　her　cheek　looked　hollow；　her　eyes　dim　and　grief…　worn。　What　was　she　seeing？　…　what　remembering？　Was　it　a　story　…　a　memory？　What　was　it？

〃She　was　beautiful？〃　I　prompted。

〃Men　have　said　so；　but　for　it　he　surrendered　the　Peace。　Do　not　speak　of　her　accursed　beauty。〃

Her　voice　died　away　to　a　drowsy　murmur；　her　head　dropped　on　my　shoulder　and　for　the　mere　de…　light　of　contact　I　sat　still　and　scarcely　breathed；　praying　that　she　might　speak　again；　but　the　good　minute　was　gone。　She　drew　one　or　two　deep　breaths；　and　sat　up　with　a　bewildered　look　that　quickly　passed。

〃I　was　quite　sleepy　for　a　minute。　The　climb　was　so　strenuous。　Hark　…　I　hear　the　Flute　of　Krishna　again。〃

And　again　I　could　hear　nothing；　but　she　said　it　was　sounding　from　the　trees　at　the　base　of　the　hill。　Later