Johannes was silent, and believed him. He would be strong. He shut his eyes so that he might not see the rabbit.
"My dear boy," said the doctor, "you seem still too tender-hearted to begin. To be sure--the first time it is horrible to look on. I myself, for some time, was most averse to it, and avoided it as far as possible. But it is indispensable; and you must remember we are men and not brutes, and the advancement of mankind and of science is of more importance than a few rabbits."
"Do you hear?" said Pluizer,--"science and mankind."
"The man of science," the doctor went on, "stands far above all other men. But he must make all the smaller feelings which are common to the vulgar give way to the one grand idea of science. Will you be such a man? Is that your vocation, my boy?"
Johannes hesitated; he did not know justly what a vocation might be--any more than the c.o.c.kchafer.
"I want to find the book of which Wistik spoke," said he.
The doctor looked surprised and asked, "Wistik?"
Pluizer hastened to reply. "He will, doctor; I know he really will. He desires to seek the highest wisdom and to understand the true nature of tilings."
Johannes nodded, "Yes!" So far as he understood the matter, that was what he meant.
"Very well; but then you must be strong, Johannes, and not timid and soft-hearted. Then I can help you. But remember: all or nothing."
And with trembling fingers Johannes helped to tighten the relaxed cords round the rabbit"s little paws.
XI
"Now we shall see," said Pluizer, "whether I cannot show you just as pretty things as Windekind did."
And when they had taken leave of the doctor, promising to return soon, he led Johannes into every nook and corner of the great town; he showed him how the Monster lived, how he breathed and took in food, how he digested within and expanded without. But what he liked best were the gloomy back slums, where men sat closely packed, where everything was grey and grizzly, and the air black and heavy. He took him into one of the great buildings from which the smoke rose which Johannes had seen the first day. The place was filled with deafening noise--thumping, rattling, hammering and droning--great wheels were turning and long belts sliding endlessly onward; the walls and floors were black, the windows broken and murky. The towering chimneys rose high above the dingy structure, and poured forth thick wreaths of smoke. Amid the turmoil of wheels and axles, Johannes saw numbers of men with pale faces and blackened hands and clothes, working busily without a word.
"Who are they?" he asked.
"Wheels, wheels too," said Pluizer with a laugh, "or men, if you choose to call them so. And what you see them doing, they do from morning to night. Even so, they can be men--after their own fashion, of course."
Then they pa.s.sed along filthy streets, where the strip of heavenly blue seemed no more than a finger"s breadth wide, and was still more shut out by clothes hung out to air. These alleys were swarming with people, who jostled each other, shouted, laughed and sometimes even sang. In the houses here, the rooms were so small, so dark and foul, that Johannes could scarcely breathe. He saw squalid children crawling about on the bare floor, and young girls with tangled hair crooning songs to pale, hungry babies. He heard quarrelling and scolding, and every face he looked upon was weary, or stupid and indifferent.
It filled Johannes with a strange sudden pang. It had nothing in common with any former pain, and he felt ashamed of it.
"Pluizer," said he, "have men always lived here in such grief and misery? And when I--" he dared not finish the question.
"To be sure, and a happy thing too. They are not in such grief and misery; they are used to it and know no better. They are mere animals, ignorant and indifferent. Look at those two women sitting in front of their door; they look out on the dirty street as contentedly as you used to gaze at the sand-hills. You need not worry yourself about the lot of man. You might as well cry over the lot of the moles who never see daylight."
And Johannes did not know what to answer, nor what, then, he ought to weep over. And ever through the noisy throng and bustle, he still saw the pale, hollow-eyed figure marching on with noiseless steps.
"A good man, don"t you think?" said Pluizer. "He takes them away from this at any rate. But even here men are afraid of him."
When night had fallen and hundreds of lights flared in the wind, casting long, straggling reflections in the black water, they made their way down the quiet streets. The tall old houses seemed tired out, and asleep as they leaned against each other. Most of them had their eyes shut; but here and there a window still showed a pale gleam of yellow light.
Pluizer told Johannes many a long tale of those who dwelt within, of the sufferings which were endured there, and the struggle waged between misery and the love of life. He spared him nothing: he sought out the gloomiest, the lowest, the most dreadful facts, and grinned with delight as Johannes turned pale and speechless at his horrible tales.
"Pluizer," Johannes suddenly asked, "do you know anything about the Great Light?" He thought the question might deliver him from the darkness which grew thicker and more oppressive about him.
"All nonsense!" said Pluizer. "Windekind"s nonsense! Mere visions and dreams! Men alone exist--and I myself. Do you suppose that a G.o.d, or anything at all like one, could take pleasure in governing such a muddle as prevails on this earth? And such a Great Light would not shine here in the dark."
"But the stars, what about the stars?" asked Johannes as if he expected that the visible Splendour would raise up the squalor before him.
"The stars! Do you know of what you are talking, boy? There are no lights up there like the lamps you see about you here below. The stars are nothing but worlds, a great deal larger than this world with its thousand cities, and we move among them like a speck of dust; and there is no "above" or "below," but worlds all round, and on every side more worlds, and no end of them anywhere."
"No, no!" cried Johannes in horror. "Do not say so, do not say so! I can see the lights against a great dark background overhead."
"Very true. You cannot see anything but lights. If you stared up at the sky all your life long you would still see nothing but lights against a dark background overhead. But, you know, you must know, that there is no above nor beneath. Those are worlds, amid which this clod of earth, with its wretched, struggling ma.s.s of humanity, is as nothing--and will vanish into nothing. Do not ever speak of "the stars" in that way, as though there were but a few dozen of them. It is foolishness."
Johannes said no more. The immensity which ought to have elevated the squalor had crushed it.
"Come along," said Pluizer. "Now we will go to see something amusing."
At intervals bursts of delightful, soft music were wafted to their ears.
On a dark slope in front of them stood a large building with lamps blazing in its numerous long windows. A row of carriages was in waiting outside; the pawing of the horses rang hollow through the silent night, and as they shook their heads, sparks of light shone on the silver fittings of their harness, and on the varnish of the coaches.
Inside, everything was a blaze of light. Johannes was half blinded as he gazed, by the hundreds of candles, the bright colours, the glitter of mirrors and flowers. Gay figures flitted across the windows, bowing to each other, with laughter and gestures. Beyond, at the other side of the room, richly dressed persons were moving about with slow dignity or spinning with swift, swaying motion. A confused sound of laughter and merry voices, of shuffling feet and rustling dresses came through the front door, mingling with the waves of that soft bewitching music which Johannes had already heard from afar. In the street, close to the windows, stood a few dark figures, their faces only strangely lighted up by the illumination within, at which they stared with avidity.
"That is pretty! That is splendid!" cried Johannes, delighted at the sight of so much light and colour, and so many flowers. "What is going on in there? May we go in?"
"Indeed! So you really think that pretty? Or do you not prefer a rabbit-hole? Look at the people as they laugh, and bow, and glitter. See how stately and polite the men are; and how gay and fine the ladies! And how solemnly they dance, as if it were the most important thing on earth."
Johannes recalled the ball in the rabbit-burrow, and he saw a great deal which reminded him of it. But here, everything was much grander and more brilliant. The young ladies in their beautiful array seemed to him as lovely as elves, as they raised their long, bare arms, and bent their heads on one side in the dance. The servants moved about incessantly, offering elegant refreshments with respectful bows.
"How splendid! How splendid!" cried Johannes.
"Very pretty, is it not?" said Pluizer. "But now you must learn to look a little further than the end of your nose. You see nothing there but happy smiling faces? Well, the greater part of all that mirth is falsehood and affectation. The friendly old ladies in the corner sit there like anglers round a pond; the young girls are the bait, the men are the fish. And affectionately as they gossip together, they envy and grudge each other every fish that bites. If either of the young ladies feels some pleasure, it is because she has a prettier dress than the rest, or secures more partners; the pleasure of the men chiefly consists in the bare shoulders and arms of the ladies. Behind all these bright eyes and pleasant smiles there lurks something quite different. Even the thoughts of the respectful servants are very far from respectful. If suddenly every one should give utterance to his real thoughts the party would soon be at an end."
And when Pluizer pointed it ail out to him, Johannes could plainly see the insincerity of the faces and manners of the company, and the vanity, envy, and weariness which showed through the smiling mask, or were suddenly revealed as though it had just been taken off.
"Well," said Pluizer, "they must do things in their own way. Human creatures must have some amus.e.m.e.nt, and they know no other way."
Johannes was aware of some one standing just behind him. He looked round; it was the well-known tall figure. The pale face was strangely lighted up by the glare, so that the eyes showed as large dark caverns.
He was muttering softly to himself and pointed with one finger into the splendid ball-room.
"Look," said Pluizer, "he is seeking out some one."
Johannes looked where the finger pointed, and he saw how the old lady who was speaking closed her eyes and put her hand to her head; and how a fair young girl paused in her slow walk, and stared before her with a slight shiver.
"How soon?" Pluizer asked of Death.
"That is my affair," was the answer.
"I should like to show Johannes this same company once more," said Pluizer with a grin and a wink, "can I do it?"