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"It's true," I agreed. "He asks her if she will 'give herself up,'
'renounce former manners,' and to swear so upon—the book we
saw. She does so."
"Then the prayer, which perplexes you by its form. The 'wert in
heaven' bit becomes obvious now, eh? How about the angel that fell
from grace and attempted to build up his own power to oppose?"
"Satan!" I almost shouted. "A prayer to the force of evil!"
"Not so loud, Connatt. And then, while Miss Holgar stands inside a
circle—that, also, is part of the witch ceremony—he touches her
head, and speaks words we do not know. But we can guess."
He struck his stick hard against the sandy earth.
"What then?" I urged him on.
"It's in an old Scottish trial of witches," said Pursuivant. "Modern
works—J. W. Wickwar's book, and I think Margaret Alice Murray's—
quote it. The master of the coven touched the head of the neophyte
and said that all beneath his hand now belonged to the powers of
darkness."
"No! No!" I cried, in a voice that wanted to break.
"No hysterics, please!" snapped Pursuivant. "Connatt, let me give
you one stark thought—it will cool you, strengthen you for what you
must help me achieve. Think what will follow if we let Miss Holgar
take this oath, accept this initiation, however unwittingly. At once
she will assume the curse that Varduk—Byron—lays down. Life after
death, perhaps; the faculty of wreaking devastation at a word or
touch; gifts beyond human will or comprehension, all of them a
burden to her; and who can know the end?"
"There shall not be a beginning," I vowed huskily. "I will kill Varduk
——"
"Softly, softly. You know that weapons—ordinary weapons—do not
even scratch him."
The twilight was deepening into dusk, Pursuivant turned back
toward the lodge, where windows had begun to glow warmly, and
muffled motor-noises bespoke the parking of automobiles. There
were other flecks of light, too. For myself, I felt beaten and weary,
as though I had fought to the verge of losing against a stronger,
wiser enemy.
"Look around you, Connatt. At the clumps of bush, the thickets.
What do they hide?"
I knew what he meant. I felt, though I saw only dimly, the presence
of an evil host in ambuscade all around us.
"They're waiting to claim her, Connatt. There's only one thing to do."
"Then let's do it, at once."
"Not yet. The moment must be his moment, one hour before
midnight. Escape, as I once said, will not be enough. We must
conquer."
I waited for him to instruct me.
"As you know, Connatt, I will make a speech before the curtain.
After that, I'll come backstage and stay in your dressing-room. What
you must do is get the sword that you use in the second act. Bring it
there and keep it there."
"I've told you and told you that the sword meant nothing against
him."
"Bring it anyway," he insisted.
I heard Sigrid's clear voice, calling me to the stage door. Pursuivant
and I shook hands quickly and warmly, like team-mates just before a
hard game, and we went together to the lodge.
Entering, I made my way at once to the property table. The sword
still lay there, and I put out my hand for it.
"What do you want?" asked Elmo Davidson behind me.
"I thought I'd take the sword into my dressing-room."
"It's a prop, Connatt. Leave it right where it is."
I turned and looked at him. "I'd rather have it with me," I said
doggedly.
"You're being foolish," he told me sharply, and there is hardly any
doubt but that I sounded so to him. "What if I told Varduk about
this?"
"Go and tell him, if you like. Tell him also that I won't go on tonight
if you're going to order me around." I said this as if I meant it, and
he relaxed his commanding pose.
"Oh, go ahead. And for heaven's sake calm your nerves."
I took the weapon and bore it away. In my room I found my
costume for the first act already laid out on two chairs—either
Davidson or Jake had done that for me. Quickly I rubbed color into
my cheeks, lined my brows and eyelids, affixed fluffy side-whiskers
to my jaws. The mirror showed me a set, pale face, and I put on
rather more make-up than I generally use. My hands trembled as I
donned gleaming slippers of patent leather, fawn-colored trousers
that strapped under the insteps, a frilled shirt and flowing necktie, a
flowered waistcoat and a bottle-green frock coat with velvet facings
and silver buttons. My hair was long enough to be combed into a
wavy sweep back from my brow.
"Places, everybody," the voice of Davidson was calling outside.
I emerged. Jake Switz was at my door, and he grinned his good
wishes. I went quickly on-stage, where Sigrid already waited. She
looked ravishing in her simple yet striking gown of soft, light blue,
with billows of skirt, little puffs of sleeves, a tight, low bodice. Her
gleaming hair was caught back into a Grecian-looking coiffure, with
a ribbon and a white flower at the side. The normal tan of her skin
lay hidden beneath the pallor of her make-up.
At sight of me she smiled and put out a hand. I kissed it lightly,
taking care that the red paint on my lips did not smear. She took her
seat on the bench against the artificial bushes, and I, as gracefully
as possible, dropped at her feet.
Applause sounded beyond the curtain, then died away. The voice of
Judge Pursuivant became audible:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have been asked by the management to
speak briefly. You are seeing, for the first time before any audience,
the lost play of Lord Byron, Ruthven. My presence here is not as a
figure of the theater, but as a modest scholar of some persistence,
whose privilege it has been to examine the manuscript and perceive
its genuineness.
"Consider yourselves all subpenaed as witnesses to a classic
moment." His voice rang as he pronounced the phrase required by
Varduk. "I wonder if this night will not make spectacular history for
the genius who did not die in Greece a century and more ago. I say,
he did not die—for when does genius die? We are here to assist at,
and to share in, a performance that will bring him his proper
desserts.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I feel, and perhaps you feel as well, the
presence of the great poet with us in this remote hall. I wish you joy
of what you shall observe. And now, have I your leave to withdraw
and let the play begin?"
Another burst of applause, in the midst of which sounded three raps.
Then up went the curtain, and all fell silent. I, as Aubrey, spoke the
first line of the play:
"I'm no Othello, darling...."
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