"Through the sons, of course," said the young _Cha.s.sid_. "Now for the first time there are no sons, and only one daughter remains, the manifest vessel of salvation."
I tried to call up that image of bustling Broadway that had braced me in colloquy with the old Wonder Rabbi, but it seemed shadowy now, compared with this world of solid spiritualities which begirt me.
Could it be the same planet on which such things went on simultaneously? Or perhaps I was dreaming, and these three grotesque creatures were the product of Yarchi"s cookery.
But their hanging curls had a daylight definiteness, and down in the sunlit, translucent river I could see every shade of colour, from the green of the sinuous reed-snakes to the brown of the moss patches.
On the bank walked two crows, and I noted for the first time with what comic pomposity they paced, their bodies bent forward like two important old gentlemen with their hands in the pockets of their black coat tails. They brought a smile to my face, but a menacing movement of the _Cha.s.sidim_ warned me to be careful.
"And does the girl know all this?" I asked hurriedly.
"She did not yesterday," said the elderly fellow. "Now she has been told."
There was another long pause. I meditated rapidly but disjointedly, having to keep an eye against a sudden rush of my a.s.sailants, and mistrusting the goitred saint yet the more because he was so silent.
"And is Bethulah content with her destiny?" I asked.
"She is in the seventh heaven," said the elderly saint.
I had a poignant shudder of incredulous protest. I recalled the flush of her sweet face at the sight of me, and brief as our meetings had been, I dared to feel that the irrevocable thrill had pa.s.sed between us; that the rest would have been only a question of time.
"Let Bethulah tell me so herself," I cried, "and I will leave her in her heaven."
The men looked at one another. Then the eldest shook his head. "No; you shall never speak to her again."
"We have maidens more beautiful among us," said the young man. "You shall have your choice. Ay, even my own betrothed would I give you."
I flicked aside his suggestion. "But you cannot prevent Bethulah walking under G.o.d"s heaven." They looked dismayed. "I will meet her,"
I said, pursuing my advantage. "And Yarchi and other good Jews shall be at hand."
"She shall be removed elsewhere," said the first.
"I will track her down. Ah, you are afraid," I said mockingly. "You see it is not true that she is content to be immolated."
"It is true," they muttered.
"True as the Torah," added the elderly man.
"Then there is no harm in her telling me so."
"You may bear her off on your horse," said he of the goitre.
"I will go on foot. Let her bid me go away, and I will leave Zloczszol."
Again they looked at one another, and the relief in their eyes brought heart-sinking into mine. Yes, it was true. Bethulah was in the glow of a great surrender; she was still tingling with the revelation of her supreme destiny. To put her to the test now would be fatal. No; let her have time to meditate; ay, even to disbelieve.
"To-morrow you shall speak with her, and no man shall know," said the oldest _Cha.s.sid_.
"No, not to-morrow. In a week or two."
"Ah, you wish to linger among us," he replied suspiciously.
"I will go away till the appointed day," I replied readily.
"Good. Continue your travels. Let us say a month, or even two."
"If you will not spirit her away in my absence."
"It is as easy to do so in your presence."
"So be it."
"Shall we say--the eve of Chanukah?" he suggested.
It was my turn to regard him suspiciously. But I could see nothing to cavil at. He had merely mentioned an obvious date--that of the next festival landmark. Chanukah--the feast of rededication of the Temple after the Grecian pollution--the miracle of the unwaning oil, the memorial lighting of lights; there seemed nothing in these to work unduly upon the girl"s soul, except in so far as the inspiring tradition of Judas Maccabaeus might attach her more devotedly to her conceptions of duty and self-dedication. Perhaps, I thought, with a flash of jealous anger, they meditated a feast of rededication of her after the pollution of my presence had been removed. Well, we should see.
"The eve of Chanukah," I agreed, with a nonchalant air. "Only let the place be where I first met her--the path "twixt mountain and river as you go to the cemetery."
That would at least be a counter-influence to Chanukah! As they understood none of the subtleties of love, they agreed to this, and I made them swear by the Name.
When they went their way I stood pondering on the bridge, my empty pistol drooping in my hand, till sky and river glowed mystically as with blood, and the chill evening airs reminded me that November was nigh.
VII
I got to Warsaw and back in the time at my disposal, but not all the freshness and variety of my experiences could banish the thought of Bethulah. There were days when I could absorb myself in the pa.s.sing panorama, but I felt always, so to speak, in the ante-chamber of the great moment of our third and decisive meeting.
And with every shortening day of December that moment approached. Yet I all but missed it when it came. A snowfall I might easily have foreseen r.e.t.a.r.ded my journey at the eleventh hour, but my faithful mare ploughed her way through the white mora.s.ses. As she munched her mid-day corn in that quaint Christian village that neighboured Zloczszol, and in which I had agreed to stable her, it was borne in on me for the first time that the eve of Chanukah was likewise Christmas eve. I wondered vaguely if there was any occult significance in the coincidence or in the _Cha.s.sidic_ choice of dates; but it was too late now to protest, and loading my pistol against foul play, I hurried to the rendezvous.
On the dark barren base of the mountain, patches of snow gleamed like winter blossoms; the gargoyle-like faces of the jags of rock on the river-bank were white-bearded with icicles. Down below the stream raced, apparently as turbid as ever, but suddenly, as it made a sharp curve and came under a thick screen of snow-laden boughs interarching over the cleft, it grew glazed in death.
The sight of Bethulah was as of a spirit of sunshine moving across the white desolation. Her tall lone shadow fell blue upon the snowy path.
She was swathed now in splendid silver furs, from which her face shone out like a tropical flower beneath its wreathed crown.
Dignity and sovereignty had subtly replaced the grace of her movement, her very stature seemed aggrandized by the consciousness of her unique mission.
She turned, and her virginal eyes met mine with abashing purity, and in that instant of anguished rapture I knew that my quest was vain.
The delicate flush of joy and surprise touched her cheeks, indeed, as before, but this time I felt it would not be succeeded by terror.
Self-conscious now, self-poised, she stood regally where she had faltered and fled.
"You return to spend Chanukah with us," she said.
"I came," I said, with uneasy bravado, "in the hope of spending it elsewhere--with you."
"But you know that cannot be," she said gently.
Ah, now she knew of what she was queen. But revolt was hot in my heart.
"Then they have made you share their dream," I said bitterly.