"But you seem in disturbed sort."
At that she got up from her chair, and began walking up and down as she spoke. "Mr Kelley has stayed with us in this house for many months, and yet we know no more of him than any citizen pa.s.sing in the street. He slips in and out of his chamber as if he were not willing to be seen, and looks with such scorn upon Philip and Audrey that you would think they had crawled out of some kennel."
"These words are very large, mistress, but I think there is nothing within them."
"Nothing? Is it nothing that he has the key to your private chambers, and goes among your books and papers when you are away from home? That he takes volumes from your study and pores over them with the light of a candle?"
"He is a scholar, Mrs Dee, and has a great thirst for knowledge." She laughed at that. "A thirst for everything, sir. I have seen him drink so much wine that he must have a quagmire in his belly."
"He has an elevated mind, and it is said that those who see furthest drink most."
"And what does he see, sir?"
"I cannot speak of these things today." I was angry with her, and was unwilling to let her go without a bite in her a.r.s.e. "I tell you this, mistress. I would sooner bequeath all my papers to the privy, leaf by leaf, than have them examined by a fool or a thief. But Edward Kelley is not of that mould. He is semper fidelis, semper fidelis, and I demand that you afford him as much trust and reverence as I do." and I demand that you afford him as much trust and reverence as I do."
"If that is your wish, then so be it." She rose, curtsied and was about to leave the chamber. "Far be it from me," she added, in a low voice, "to mention that a plaster may be small amends for a broken head." I did not understand her words, but before I could question her further she turned like a little whirlwind and was gone.
In the following week, although he and I came each day into the scrying room, all about the stone was quiet; on having conference together, we agreed that the sudden change in our practice had perturbed or angered the spirits. So we agreed, further, that no more was to be done for the s.p.a.ce of seven days.
In the meantime Mrs Dee had taken my words to her heart, and conversed in all civility with Edward Kelley when they sat together at the table. In the gallery, too, she bestowed kind and amiable words upon him. "Tell me, sir," she asked one afternoon when we all sat together, "do you prefer to work by means of memory or inspiration?"
"That is a nice question," Edward Kelley replied. "Suffice it to say that memory without inspiration is barren indeed, while inspiration without memory is like the horse that gallops without a rider. Does that answer you?"
"Very well, sir. It is what I would expect from a scholar such as you are, who knows in which direction he must ride."
This was merry talk indeed, and yet two days later she came suddenly into my study. She seemed to be in a marvellous great fury and rage, and held up her hand as if she were willing to strike someone. "My bracelet and rings have gone," she said. "All of them clean gone." She was in such a great rush of words that I asked her to calm herself. "I was looking for my bodkin," she continued, "because the eyelet holes of your hose were broken, and so I went into my closet where I keep my boxes of stuff. And it was gone."
"What was gone?"
"The wooden casket where I keep my rings. Good G.o.d, what a short memory you have! Did you not buy it for me last year, in Poor Jewry? The very intricate carved box, with the figure of the mermaid upon it? Well, it is gone! Conveyed away, with my rings and bracelet!"
"You mean that you cannot find it. Where did you set it yesterday?"
"I did not have it yesterday. It sits where it always sits, and I mean that it is stolen."
"But who would do such a thing? Philip? Audrey? We have no other strangers in the house."
"Philip and Audrey are no more strangers to you than I am. You have forgotten your Mr Kelley "
"Katherine!"
"Did he not tell you of his friendship with that jeweller in Cheapside? And I have heard him discourse on the virtuous properties of natural stones." I thought then, as she talked, that he spoke only what he had learned from me. "How do we know that he has not secretly bereaved me of my goods, and carried them into the city?"
"Katherine. Mrs Dee. There is no more honest man living than Mr Kelley. Has he not worked by me, and a.s.sisted me, these last twelve months?"
"You are as blind as a mole when you are buried within your books. Have you not seen, by diverse actions and express words, that he is a hollow friend to you? All his dreams are of gold, all his hopes are for advancement and the Devil take the hindmost. I cannot abide him. No, I abhor him. And here, in my own house, I am misliked by you because I favour him no better."
Her words were spoken in great pangs and disquietness of mind, and I tried to soothe her. "It is not so, wife. It is not so. Has the loss of your rings meant that you have lost your wits as well?"
"I tell you this, Doctor Dee." She went over to my window, and looked out on to the garden. "Audrey has observed him by the path there, muttering to someone over by the wicket-gate. She swears to me that she has heard slanders against you and all your work."
I was amazed at that, but even in my first alarm I could not believe any such abominable misusing me behind my back: it was the knavery of Audrey, I knew well, and I was about to bring her up in order to examine her when Kelley himself came indiscreetly upon us. I thought that my study door had been shut, and I greatly feared his rash opinion of such words as he might have overheard. My wife stepped back, and put her hand to her mouth. "The woman Audrey," he said, "is a brazen-faced liar. Bring her here, and see if she is ashamed to affirm so apparent a falsehood before my very face!"
My wife"s words were of more smarting efficacy than she could have known and, being heard by him, had that steel and metal in them which pierced and stung him to the quick. "What is the cause," he said to my wife now, "what is the cause that you will not be better acquainted with my feelings for you and for your husband?"
"I know your feelings very well," she replied. "Like the ravening crocodile, you have pity for no man other than yourself." Whereupon he declared that she did fable, and she was so moved that she called him "hypocrite" and "conniver". I told her then to remove all spitefulness, and tried quietly to pacify them, but it was all to no avail. "Well, I have forewarned you," she said, turning to me with the fire still in her eyes. "I have done the part of a wife. It had been better for you not to have changed an old friend for a new." Then with an angry look she walked away, and shut the door of the study upon us.
I arose and went after her, and took her by the shoulders to keep her from the stairs. "My opinion of you, mistress, is clean changed. How could you spin such fantasies and wild words?"
She said nothing for a moment, but looked steadily at me. "You speak of spinning, but I know of one who spins lies better than any man. And remember this, sir. There is no wool so white but the dyer can make it black. I have no more to say."
"Then go to your duties. And call Audrey to me."
I went back to my study, and with all levity I tried to entertain Edward Kelley. "There never was such a shrew as my wife," I said. "But words are mere words, and she means no harm."
"I forgive her. She has been tricked by her brain-sick maid into false witness against me."
After a few minutes up came that slattern, shaking like an aspen leaf. "Why is it," I asked her, "that you have spread false reports and malicious slanders against Mr Kelley, who has done you no harm in the world?" The water stood in her eyes, and she was not able to answer one word until she had well wept. "When did you enter the year of your service?" Still she stood, weeping, and said nothing. "Was it not on Michaelmas Day? You have from me three pounds a year in wages, and a gown cloth of russet. Is this how you repay me? What do I get by this expense but mischief?"
"I meant nothing by it, sir. Only "
"Nothing? Do you call it nothing to condemn my guest as a thief and a malicious backbiter?"
"I heard him in the garden, sir."
"Yes, and where were you? Close under a hedge, playing at jack-in-the-box? Or was it something worse? Well, you are discharged. Do not come near my house again."
At that Kelley stepped forward, smiling upon her now. "Do not be so harsh, Doctor Dee, I entreat you. I see from her tears that she is in a state of contrition. Can we not play the priest and shrive her?"
"Do you hear, Audrey? What do you say to that?"
"I would humbly thank you, sir, if I were forgiven."
"No. Do not thank me. Go down on your knees now and bless this gentleman for preserving you." She did so, with a few broken words, and then left us weeping as hard as if she had been burned through the ear. "You were kind," I said, "to one who was less than kin."
"I do not blame her wholly." He went after her, and firmly closed the door to my chamber. "There is something else. There is something in this house which is more busy than any bee that I know."
"How is that?"
"What melancholy conceit is it that pesters their brains, so that your wife is turned against me and her servant sees nothing but phantasms? Who whispered those abominable words to that errant strumpet, Audrey, and who devised those most unhonest and devilish dealings against the property of your wife?"
"How did you know about the property?"
"Audrey told me of the theft." And then he went on, more quickly than before. "Do you not understand that these spirits we have raised within the chamber of practice, and have seen within the holy crystal stone, have not returned to their habitation (wherever that might be) but have entered the walls, the floors, the very frame of this house? Upon what black sh.o.r.e of mischief have we sailed, to take on such pa.s.sengers?"
I was amazed at this. "Surely you put a false construction upon words which signify no more than a fart? Do the spirits haunt my privy?"
I could not help but smile, despite the cause of my ill-humour, but this provoked him all the more. All at once he d.a.m.ned and condemned anything that had been heard or seen in the chamber of presence. "Our teachers are deluders," he said, "and are not good or sufficient instructors."
I told him that he did err in so saying, and that there lay before us a world of knowledge and of power. "What does it profit us now to turn our backs upon that golden city, the first of Albion, when lying under the ground are treasures beyond dreaming? We must recover that which has been lost to our country for many thousands of years. It is too late for us to consider what we should have done, in addressing these spirits or apparitions, and it rests only for us to determine what we must do. It would be the worse for me if I lose my labour in this, Mr Kelley, and I mean to make my chance and prove my destiny."
"Do you call it destiny? It is the maddest destiny that ever I heard, but if you wish it, then so let it be. I make only one condition for going forward with you."
"Which would be?"
"That you no longer conceal from me any mysteries of your craft, even to the highest, and that you share with me all secrets contained in your studies or in your alchemical practice."
I could see which way the wind blew. "You wish to approach the philosopher"s stone? You wish for gold?"
"Yes, in fit time."
"Or is it more? Is there other knowledge you wish for?"
"All in time."
"Well then, so be it. I can deny you nothing."
He put out his hand. "I shall not forsake you, not now or ever."
"You are one with me?"
"One with you, Doctor Dee."
It was the week following this, our latest compact, that my wife fell ill of a fever. At first she had nothing more than some wambling in her stomach, but when she tried to break her fast with sugar sops, she vomited them up speedily enough; a hot sweat then came upon her, so I put a poultice of eggs and honey, blended with the nuts of a pine tree, upon her breast. Yet I knew very well that this sickness was her fantasy, a fond foolishness brought on by the loss of her rings and by our hard words together. So I went to work as eagerly as before, and was in a great study at my desk while she kept to her bed. "How does my wife?" I said, entering her chamber two nights after she was first despatched there.
"Well, sir, I feel some grievous pangs and pains." She was still in a sweat, and moved her head from side to side.
"It is the rheum," I replied. "Be patient, and take the mineral physic I have prepared for you. It is no dangerous sickness." Then I went out of her closet with a light heart, and spoke with Kelley about the next day"s scrying.
It was arduous work indeed, with the action of that day, and on the following night I sat in my chamber and studied the responses which had come out of the stone. It was my practice to note down everything as it occurred, so that I had a full record of each week"s proceedings, and I was bent over my papers half the night long.
Thus:
Spirit. 4723 is called the mystical root in the highest ascendant of trans.m.u.tation.
Dee. These phrases are dark. These phrases are dark.
Spirit. It is the square of the philosopher"s work. It is the square of the philosopher"s work.
Dee. You said it was the root. You said it was the root.
Spirit. So it is a root square, the square thereof is 22306729. And the words are, by interpretation, So it is a root square, the square thereof is 22306729. And the words are, by interpretation, Ignis vera mater. Ignis vera mater.
Dee. What does this signify? What does this signify?
Spirit. Enough. It is at an end. Enough. It is at an end.
I was puzzling out the meaning of this within my chamber, when I heard a strange noise of knocking; and then there was a voice, ten times repeated, somewhat like the shriek of a man in pain but softer and more long-drawn. I was strangely troubled at that and yet more so, yes, close to fainting away, when I thought I saw a spiritual creature standing upright in the corner, with its hands stretched out towards me. Very quickly it stepped across my chamber until it came to a halt, its back to me, in the corner opposite. Then it turned its face to me with the same long call of pain: it was my father, dead more than a year since, as fully drawn and delineated from the sole of the foot to the crown of the head as if he wer
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