夜莺与玫瑰-第28部分

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And　there　came　to　him　the　little　daughter　of　the　Woodcutter，　and　she　put　her　hand　upon　his　shoulder　and　said，　“What　doth　it　matter　if　thou　hast　lost　thy　eliness？　Stay　with　us，　and　I　will　not　mock　at　thee。”
And　he　said　to　her，　“Nay，　but　I　have　been　cruel　to　my　mother，　and　as　a　punishment　has　this　evil　been　sent　to　me。　Wherefore　I　must　go　hence，　and　wander　through　the　world　till　I　find　her，　and　she　give　me　her　forgiveness。”
So　he　ran　away　into　the　forest　and　called　out　to　his　mother　to　e　to　him，　but　there　was　no　answer。　All　day　long　he　called　to　her，　and，　when　the　sun　set　he　lay　down　to　sleep　on　a　bed　of　leaves，　and　the　birds　and　the　animals　fled　from　him，　for　they　remembered　his　cruelty，　and　he　was　alone　save　for　the　toad　that　watched　him，　and　the　slow　adder　that　crawled　past。
And　in　the　morning　he　rose　up，　and　plucked　some　bitter　berries　from　the　trees　and　ate　them，　and　took　his　way　through　the　great　wood，　weeping　sorely。　And　of　everything　that　he　met　he　made　inquiry　if　perchance　they　had　seen　his　mother。
He　said　to　the　Mole，　“Thou　canst　go　beneath　the　earth。　Tell　me，　is　my　mother　there？”
And　the　Mole　answered，　“Thou　hast　blinded　mine　eyes。　How　should　I　know？”
He　said　to　the　Lin，　“Thou　canst　fly　over　the　tops　of　the　tall　trees，　and　canst　see　the　whole　world。　Tell　me，　canst　thou　see　my　mother？”
And　the　Lin　answered，　“Thou　hast　clipt　my　wings　for　thy　pleasure。　How　should　I　fly？”
And　to　the　little　Squirrel　who　lived　in　the　fir…tree，　and　was　lonely，　he　said，　“Where　is　my　mother？”
And　the　Squirrel　answered，　“Thou　hast　slain　mine。　Dost　thou　seek　to　slay　thine　also？”
And　the　Star…Child　wept　and　bowed　his　head，　and　prayed　forgiveness　of　God’s　things，　and　went　on　through　the　forest，　seeking　for　the　beggar…woman。　And　on　the　third　day　he　came　to　the　other　side　of　the　forest　and　went　down　into　the　plain。
And　when　he　passed　through　the　villages　the　children　mocked　him，　and　threw　stones　at　him，　and　the　carlots　would　not　suffer　him　even　to　sleep　in　the　byres　lest　he　might　bring　mildew　on　the　stored　corn，　so　foul　was　he　to　look　at，　and　their　hired　men　drave　him　away，　and　there　was　none　who　had　pity　on　him。　Nor　could　he　hear　anywhere　of　the　beggar…woman　who　was　his　mother，　though　for　the　space　of　three　years　he　wandered　over　the　world，　and　often　seemed　to　see　her　on　the　road　in　front　of　him，　and　would　call　to　her，　and　run　after　her　till　the　sharp　flints　made　his　feet　to　bleed。　But　overtake　her　he　could　not，　and　those　who　dwelt　by　the　way　did　ever　deny　that　they　had　seen　her，　or　any　like　to　her，　and　they　made　sport　of　his　sorrow。
For　the　space　of　three　years　he　wandered　over　the　world，　and　in　the　world　there　was　neither　love　nor　loving…kindness　nor　charity　for　him，　but　it　was　even　such　a　world　as　he　had　made　for　himself　in　the　days　of　his　great　pride。
And　one　evening　he　came　to　the　gate　of　a　strong…walled　city　that　stood　by　a　river，　and，　weary　and　footsore　though　he　was，　he　made　to　enter　in。　But　the　soldiers　who　stood　on　guard　dropped　their　halberts　across　the　entrance，　and　said　roughly　to　him，　“What　is　thy　business　in　the　city？”
“I　am　seeking　for　my　mother，”　he　answered，　“and　I　pray　ye　to　suffer　me　to　pass，　for　it　may　be　that　she　is　in　this　city。　”
But　they　mocked　at　him，　and　one　of　them　wagged　a　black　beard，　and　set　down　his　shield　and　cried，　“Of　a　truth，　thy　mother　will　not　be　merry　when　she　sees　thee，　for　thou　art　more　ill…favoured　than　the　toad　of　the　marsh，　or　the　adder　that　crawls　in　the　fen。　Get　thee　gone。　Get　thee　gone。　Thy　mother　dwells　not　in　this　city。”
And　another，　who　held　a　yellow　banner　in　his　hand，　said　to　him，　“Who　is　thy　mother，　and　wherefore　art　thou　seeking　for　her？”
And　he　answered，　“My　mother　is　a　beggar　even　as　I　am，　and　I　have　treated　her　evilly，　and　I　pray　ye　to　suffer　me　to　pass　that　she　may　give　me　her　forgiveness，　if　it　be　that　she　tarrieth　in　this　city。”　But　they　would　not，　and　pricked　him　with　their　spears。
And，　as　he　turned　away　weeping，　one　whose　armour　was　inlaid　with　gilt　flowers，　and　on　whose　helmet　couched　a　lion　that　had　wings，　came　up　and　made　inquiry　of　the　soldiers　who　it　was　who　had　sought　entrance。　And　they　said　to　him，　“It　is　a　beggar　and　the　child　of　a　beggar，　and　we　have　driven　him　away。”
“Nay，　”　he　cried，　laughing，　“but　we　will　sell　the　foul　thing　for　a　slave，　and　his　price　shall　be　the　price　of　a　bowl　of　sweet　wine。　”
And　an　old　and　evil…visaged　man　who　was　passing　by　called　out，　and　said，　“I　will　buy　him　for　that　price，”　and，　when　he　had　paid　the　price，　he　took　the　Star…Child　by　the　hand　and　led　him　into　the　city。
And　after　that　they　had　gone　through　many　streets　they　came　to　a　little　door　that　was　set　in　a　wall　that　was　covered　with　a　pomegranate　tree。　And　the　old　man　touched　the　door　with　a　ring　of　graved　jasper　and　it　opened，　and　they　went　down　five　steps　of　brass　into　a　garden　filled　with　black　poppies　and　green　jars　of　burnt　clay。　And　the　old　man　took　then　from　his　turban　a　scarf　of　figured　silk，　and　bound　with　it　the　eyes　of　the　Star…Child，　and　drave　him　in　front　of　him。　And　when　the　scarf　was　taken　off　his　eyes，　the　Star…Child　found　himself　in　a　dungeon，　that　was　lit　by　a　lantern　of　horn。
And　the　old　man　set　before　him　some　mouldy　bread　on　a　trencher　and　said，　“Eat，　”　and　some　brackish　water　in　a　cup　and　said，　“Drink，”　and　when　he　had　eaten　and　drunk，　the　old　man　went　out，　locking　the　door　behind　him　and　fastening　it　with　an　iron　chain。
And　on　the　morrow　the　old　man，　who　was　indeed　the　subtlest　of　the　magicians　of　Libya　and　had　learned　his　art　from　one　who　dwelt　in　the　tombs　of　the　Nile，　came　in　to　him　and　frowned　at　him，　and　said，　“In　a　wood　that　is　nigh　to　the　gate　of　this　city　of　Giaours　there　are　three　pieces　of　gold。　One　is　of　white　gold，　and　another　is　of　yellow　gold，　and　the　gold　of　the　third　one　is　red。　Today　thou　shalt　bring　me　the　piece　of　white　gold，　and　if　thou　bringest　it　not　back，　I　will　beat　thee　with　a　hundred　stripes。　Get　thee　away　quickly，　and　at　sunset　I　will　be　waiting　for　thee　at　the　door　of　the　garden。　See　that　thou　bringest　the　white　gold，　or　it　shall　go　ill　with　thee，　for　thou　art　my　slave，　and　I　have　bought　thee　for　the　price　of　a　bowl　of　sweet　wine。　”And　he　bound　the　eyes　of　the　Star…Child　with　the　scarf　of　figured　silk，　and　led　him　through　the　house，　and　through　the　garden　of　poppies，　and　up　the　five　steps　of　brass。　And　having　opened　the　little　door　with　his　ring　he　set　him　in　the　street。
And　the　Star…Child　went　out　of　the　gate　of　the　city，　and　came　to　the　wood　of　which　the　Magician　had　spoken　to　him。
Now　this　wood　was　very　fair　to　look　at　from　without，　and　seemed　full　of　singing　birds　and　of　sweet…scented　flowers，　and　the　Star…Child　entered　it　gladly。　Yet　did　its　beauty　profit　him　little，　for　wherever　he　went　harsh　briars　and　thorns　shot　up　from　the　ground　and　enpassed　him，　and　evil　tles　stung　him，　and　the　thistle　pierced　him　with　her　daggers，　so　that　he　was　in　sore　distress。　Nor　could　he　anywhere　find　the　piece　of　white　gold　of　which　the　Magician　had　spoken，　though　he　sought　for　it　from　morn　to　noon，　and　from　noon　to　sunset。　And　at　sunset　he　set　his　face　towards　home，　weeping　bitterly，　for　he　knew　what　fate　was　in　store　for　him。
But　when　he　had　reached　the　outskirts　of　the　wood，　he　heard　from　a　thicket　a　cry　as　of　some　one　in　pain。　And　forgetting　his　own　sorrow　he　ran　back　to　the　place，　and　saw　there　a　little　Hare　caught　in　a　trap　that　some　hunter　had　set　for　it。
And　the　Star…Child　had　pity　on　it，　and　released　it，　and　said　to　it，　“I　am　myself　but　a　slave，　yet　may　I　give　thee　thy　freedom。　”
And　the　Hare　answered　him，　and　said：　“Surely　thou　hast　given　me　freedom，　and　what　shall　I　give　thee　in　return？”
And　the　Star…Child　said　to　it，　“I　am　seeking　for　a　piece　of　white　gold，　nor　can　I　anywhere　find　it，　and　if　I　bring　it　not　to　my　master　he　will　beat　me。　”
“e　thou　with　me，　”　said　the　Hare，　“and　I　will　lead　thee　to　it，　for　I　know　where　it　is　hidden，　and　for　what　purpose。　”
So　the　Star…Child　went　with　the　Hare，　and　lo！　in　the　cleft　of　a　great　oak…tree　he　saw　the　piece　of　white　gold　that　he　was　seeking。　And　he　was　filled　with　joy，　and　seized　it，　and　said　to