"Still, friend Mahatma, is it not said that yonder lives some Power which judges righteously and declares what is true and what is false?"
"I have heard so, Hare."
"Very well, Man, I lay my cause before that Power--do you the same. If I am wrong I will go back to earth to be tortured by you and yours again.
If, however, I am right, you shall abide the judgment of the Power, and I ask that It will make of you--a hunted hare!"
Now when he heard these awful words--for they were awful--no less, the Red-faced Man grew much disturbed. He hummed and he hawed, and shifted his feet about. At last he said--
"You must admit that while you lived you had a first-cla.s.s time under my protection. Lots of turnips to eat and so forth."
"A first-cla.s.s time!" the Hare answered with withering scorn. "What sort of a time would you have had if some one had shot you all over the back and you must creep away to die of pain and starvation? How would you have enjoyed it if, from day to day, you had been forced to live in terror of cunning monsters, who at any hour might appear to hurt you in some new fashion? Do you suppose that animals cannot feel fear, and is continual fear the kind of friend that gives them a "first-cla.s.s time"?"
To this last argument the Man seemed able to find no answer.
"Mr. Hare," he said humbly, "we are all fallible. Although I never thought to find myself in the position of having to do so, I will admit that I may possibly have been mistaken in my views and treatment of you and your kind, and indeed of other creatures. If so, I apologise for any, ah--temporary inconvenience I may have caused you. I can do no more."
"Come, Hare," I interposed, "that"s handsome; perhaps you might let bygones be bygones."
"Apologise!" exclaimed the Hare. "After all I have suffered I do not think it is enough. At the very least, Mahatma, he should say that he is heartily ashamed and sorry."
"Well, well," said the Man, "it"s no use making two bites of a cherry. I am sorry, truly sorry for all the pain and terror I have brought on you.
If that won"t do let"s go up and settle the matter, and if I"ve been wrong I"ll try to bear the consequences like a gentleman. Only, Mr.
Hare, I hope that you will not wish to put your case more strongly against me than you need."
"Not I, Man. I know now that you only erred because the truth had not been revealed to you--because you did not understand. All that I will ask, if I can, is that you may be allowed to tell this truth to other men."
"Well, I am glad to say I can"t do that, Hare."
"Don"t be so sure," I broke in; "it"s just the kind of thing which might be decreed--a generation or two hence when the world is fit to listen to you."
But he took no heed, or did not comprehend me, and went on--
"It is an impossibility, and if I did they would think me a lunatic or a snivelling, sentimental humbug. I believe that lots of my old friends would scarcely speak to me again. Why, putting aside the pleasures of sport, if the views you preach were to be accepted, what would become of keepers and beaters and huntsmen and dog-breeders, and of thousands of others who directly or indirectly get their living out of hunting and shooting? Where would game rents be also?"
"I don"t know, I am sure," replied the Hare wearily. "I suppose that they would earn their living in some other way, as they must in countries where there is no sport, and that you would have to make up for shooting rents by growing more upon the land. You know that after all we hares and the other game eat a great deal which might be saved if there were not so many of us. But I am not wise, and I have never looked at the question from that point of view. It may seem selfish, but I have to consider myself and the creatures whose cause I plead, for something inside me is telling me now--yes, now--that all of them are speaking through my mouth. It says that is why I am allowed to be here and to talk with you both; for their sakes rather than for my own."
"If you have more to say you had better say it quickly," I interrupted, addressing the Red-faced Man. "I see that the Lights are beginning to change, which means that soon the Road will be closed and the Gates opened."
"I can"t remember anything," he answered. "Yes, there is one matter," he added nervously. "I see, Mr. Hare, that you are thinking of my boy Tom, not very kindly I am afraid. As you have been so good as to forgive me I hope that you won"t be hard on Tom. He is not at all a bad sort of a lad if a little thoughtless, like many other young people."
"I don"t like Tom," said the Hare, with decision. "Tom shot me when you told him not to shoot. Tom shut me up in a filthy place with a yellow rabbit which he forgot to feed, so that it wanted to eat me. Tom tried to cut me off from the wood so that the running dogs might catch me, although you shouted to him that it was not sportsmanlike. Tom dragged me out of the sea and blew down my nostrils to keep me alive. Tom threw me to the hounds, although Giles remonstrated with him and even the huntsman begged him to let me go. I tell you that I don"t like Tom."
"Still, Mr. Hare," pleaded the Red-faced Man, "I hope that if it should be in your power when we get through those Gates, that you will be merciful to Tom. I can"t think of much to say for him in this hurry, but there, he is my only son and the truth is that I love him. You know he may live--to be different--if you don"t bring some misfortune on him."
"Who am I to bring misfortune or to withhold it?" asked the Hare, softening visibly. "Well, I know what love means, for my mother loved me and I loved her in my way. I tell you that when I saw her dead, turned from a beautiful living thing into a stained lump of flesh and fur, I felt dreadful. I understand now that you love Tom as my mother loved me, and, Man, for the sake of your love--not for his sake, mind--I promise you that I won"t say anything against Tom if I can help it, or do anything either."
"You"re a real good fellow!" exclaimed the Red-faced Man, with evident relief. "Give me your hand. Oh! I forgot, you can"t. Hullo! what"s up now? Everything seems to be altering."
As he spoke, to my eyes the Lights began to change in earnest. All the sky (I call it sky for clearness) above the mighty Gates became as it were alive with burning tongues of every colour that an artist can conceive. By degrees these fiery tongues or swords shaped themselves into a vast circle which drove back the walls of darkness, and through this circle, guided, guarded by the spirits of dead suns, with odours and with chantings, descended that crowned City of the Mansions before whose glory imagination breaks and even Vision veils her eyes.
It descended, its banners wavering in the winds of prayer; it hung above the Gates, the flowers of all splendours, Heaven"s very rose, hung like an opal on the boundless breast of night, and there it stayed.
The Voice in the North called to the Voice in the South; the Voice in the East called to the Voice in the West, and up the Great White Road sped the Angel of the Road, making report as he came that all his mult.i.tude were gathered in and for that while the Road was barred.
He pa.s.sed and in a flash the Gates were burned away. The ashes of them fell upon the heads of those waiting at the Gates, whitening their faces and drying their tears before the Change. They fell upon the Man and the Hare beside me, veiling them as it were and making them silent, but on me they did not fall. Then, from between the Wardens of the Gates, flowed forth the Helpers and the Guardians (save those who already were without comforting the children) seeking their beloved and bearing the Cups of slumber and new birth; then pealed the question--
"Who hath suffered most? Let that one first taste of peace."
Now all the dim hosts surged forward since each outworn soul believed that it had suffered most and was in the bitterest need of peace. But the Helpers and the Guardians gently pressed them back, and again there pealed, no question but a command.
This was the command:--
"Draw near, thou Hare."
Jorsen asked me what happened after this justification of the Hare, which, if I heard aright, appeared to suggest that by the decree of some judge unknown, the woes of such creatures are not unnoted and despised, or left unsolaced. Of course I had to answer him that I could not tell.
Perhaps nothing happened at all. Perhaps all the wonders I seemed to see, even the Road by which souls travel from There to Here and from Here to There, and the Gates that were burned away, and the City of the Mansions that descended, were but signs and symbols of mysteries which as yet we cannot grasp or understand.
Whatever may be the truth as to this matter of my visions, I need hardly add, however, that no one can be more anxious than I am myself to learn in what way the Red-faced Man, speaking on behalf of our dominant race, and the Hare, speaking as an appointed advocate of the subject animal creation, finished their argument in the light of fuller knowledge.
Much also do I wonder which of them was proved to be right, a difficult matter whereon I feel quite incompetent to express any views.
But you see at that moment I woke up. The edge of the Road on which I was standing seemed to give way beneath me, and I fell into s.p.a.ce as one does in a nightmare. It is a very unpleasant sensation.
I remember noticing afterwards that I could not have been long asleep.
When I began to dream I had only just blown out the candle, and when I awoke again there was still a smouldering spark upon its wick.
But, as I have said, in that spirit-land wither I had journeyed is to be found neither time nor s.p.a.ce nor any other familiar thing.