She drew nearer. Her breath stirred the black lock on his forehead. He moved back a pace, thrilling.
"I shall have divine Love, Signora."
"Thou art bent on becoming a Dominican?"
"I am fixed."
"The cloister will content thee?"
"It will be Heaven."
"Ay, where there is no marrying nor giving in marriage. What Samson-creed is this that pulls down the pillars of human society?"
"Nay, marriage is in the scheme. "Tis the symbol of a diviner union.
But it is not for all men. It is not for those who symbolize divine things otherwise, who typify to their fellow-men the flesh crucified, the soul sublimed. It is not for priests."
"But thou art not a priest."
""Tis a question of days. But were I even refused orders I should still remain celibate."
"Still remain celibate! Wherefore?"
"Because mine own people are cut off from me. And were I to marry a Christian, like so many Jewish converts, the power of my example would be lost. They would say of me, as they say of them, that it was not the light of Christ but a Christian maiden"s eyes that dazzled and drew. They are hard; they do not believe in the possibility of a true conversion. Others have enriched themselves by apostasy, or, being rich, have avoided impoverishing mulcts and taxes. But I have lost all my patrimony, and I will accept nothing. That is why I refused thy father"s kind offices, the place in the Seal-office, or even the humbler position of mace-bearer to his Holiness. When my brethren see, moreover, that I force from them no pension nor moneys, not even a white farthing, that I even preach to them without wage, verily for the love of Heaven, as your idiom hath it, when they see that I live pure and lonely, then they will listen to me. Perchance their hearts will be touched and their eyes opened." His face shone with wan radiance. That was, indeed, the want, he felt sure. No Jew had ever stood before his brethren an unimpeachable Christian, above suspicion, without fear, and without reproach. Oh, happy privilege to fill this apostolic role!
"But suppose--" Helena hesitated; then lifting her lovely eyes to meet his in fearless candor, "she whom you loved were no Christian."
He trembled, clenching his hands to drive back the mad wave of earthly emotion that flooded him, as the tide swells to the moon, under the fervor of her eyes.
"I should kill my love all the same," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "The Jews are hard. They will not make fine distinctions. They know none but Jews and Christians."
"Methinks I see my father galloping up the street," said Helena, turning to the oriel window. "That should be his feather and his brown Turkey horse. But the sun dazzles my eyes! I will leave thee."
She pa.s.sed to the door without looking at him. Then turning suddenly so that his own eyes were dazzled, she said--
"My heart is with thee whatsoever thou choosest. Only bethink thee well, ere thou donnest cowl and gown, that unlovely costume which, to speak after thine own pattern, symbolizes all that is unlovely.
_Addio!_"
He followed her and took her hand, and, bending down, kissed it reverently. She did not withdraw it.
"Hast thou the strength for the serge and the cord, Giuseppe mio?" she asked softly.
He drew himself up, holding her hand in his.
"Yes," he said. "Thou shalt inspire me, Helena. The thought of thy radiant purity shall keep me pure and unfaltering."
A fathomless expression crossed Helena"s face. She drew away her hand.
"I cannot inspire to death," she said. "I can only inspire to life."
He closed his eyes in ecstatic vision. ""Tis not death. He is the Resurrection and the Life," he murmured.
When he opened his eyes she was gone. He fell on his knees in a pa.s.sion of prayer, in the agony of the crucifixion of the flesh.
V
During his novitiate, before he had been admitted to monastic vows, he preached a trial "Sermon to the Jews" in a large oratory near the Ghetto. A church would have been contaminated by the presence of heretics, and even from the Oratory any religious objects that lay about had been removed. There was a goodly array of fashionable Christians, resplendent in gold-fringed mantles and silk-ribboned hats; for he was rumored eloquent, and Annibale de" Franchi was there in pompous presidency. One Jew came--Shloumi the Droll, relying on his ability to wriggle out of the infraction of the ban, and earn a meal or two by reporting the proceedings to the _fattori_ and the other dignitaries of the Ghetto, whose human curiosity might be safely counted upon. Shloumi was rich in devices. Had he not even for months flaunted a crimson cap in the eye of Christendom, and had he not when at last brought before the Caporioni, pleaded that this was merely an ostensive sample of the hats he was selling, his true yellow hat being unintentionally hidden beneath? But Giuseppe de" Franchi rejoiced at the sight of him now.
"He is a gossip, he will scatter the seed," he thought.
Late in the afternoon of the next day the preacher was walking in the Via Lepida, near the Monastery of St. Dominic. There was a touch on his mantle. He turned. "Miriam!" he cried, shrinking back.
"Why shrinkest thou from me, Joseph?"
"Knowest thou not I am under the ban? Look, is not that a Jew yonder who regards us?"
"I care not. I have a word to say to thee."
"But thou wilt be accursed."
"I have a word to say to thee."
His eyes lit up. "Ah, thou believest!" he cried exultantly. "Thou hast found grace."
"Nay, Joseph, that will never be. I love our fathers" faith. Methinks I have understood it better than thou, though I have not dived like thee into holy lore. It is by the heart alone that I understand."
"Then why dost thou come? Let us turn down towards the Coliseum. "Tis quieter, and less frequented of our brethren."
They left the busy street with its bustle of coaches, and water-carriers with their a.s.ses, and porters, and mounted n.o.bles with trains of followers, and swash-buckling swordsmen, any of whom might have insulted Miriam, conspicuous by her beauty and by the square of yellow cloth, a palm and a half wide, set above her coiffure. They walked on in silence till they came to the Arch of t.i.tus.
Involuntarily both stopped, for by reason of the Temple candlestick that figured as spoil in the carving of the Triumph of t.i.tus, no Jew would pa.s.s under it. t.i.tus and his empire had vanished, but the Jew still hugged his memories and his dreams.
An angry sulphur sunset, streaked with green, hung over the ruined temples of the ancient G.o.ds and the gra.s.s-grown fora of the Romans. It touched with a glow as of blood the highest fragment of the Coliseum wall, behind which beasts and men had made sport for the Masters of the World. The rest of the t.i.tanic ruin seemed in shadow.
"Is it well with my parents?" said Joseph at last.
"Hast thou the face to ask? Thy mother weeps all day, save when thy father is at home. Then she makes herself as stony as he. He--an elder of the synagogue!--thou hast brought down his gray hairs in sorrow to the grave."
He swallowed a sob. Then, with something of his father"s stoniness, "Suffering chastens, Miriam," he said. "It is G.o.d"s weapon."
"Accuse not G.o.d of thy cruelty. I hate thee." She went on rapidly, "It is rumored in the Ghetto thou art to be a friar of St. Dominic.
Shloumi the Droll brought the news."
"It is so, Miriam. I am to take the vows at once."
"But how canst thou become a priest? Thou lovest a woman."
He stopped in his walk, startled.
"What sayest thou, Miriam?"