STRANGER. Suppose the story of the fall were true? In pain shalt thou bring forth children.
TEMPTER. In that case one could understand.
WOMAN. Who is the man who says these things?
TEMPTER. Only a wanderer on the quicksands of this life. (The WOMAN rises.) So you"re ready to go. Who will go first?
STRANGER. I shall.
TEMPTER. Where?
STRANGER. Upwards. And you?
TEMPTER. I shall stay down here, in between....
Curtain.
ACT IV
SCENE I
CHAPTER HOUSE OF THE MONASTERY
[A Gothic chapter house. In the background arcades lead to the cloisters and the courtyard of the monastery. In the middle of the courtyard there is a well with a statue of the Virgin Mary, surrounded by long-stemmed white roses. The walls of the chapter house are filled with built-in choir stalls of oak. The PRIOR"S own stall is in the middle to the right and rather higher than the rest. In the middle of the chapter house an enormous crucifix. The sun is shining on the statue of the Virgin in the courtyard. The STRANGER enters from the back. He is wearing a coa.r.s.e monkish cowl, with a rope round his waist and sandals on his feet. He halts in the doorway and looks at the chapter house, then goes over to the crucifix and stops in front of it. The last strophe of the choral service can be heard from across the courtyard. The CONFESSOR enters from the back; he is dressed in black and white; he has long hair and along beard and a very small tonsure that can hardly be seen.]
CONFESSOR. Peace be with you!
STRANGER. And with you.
CONFESSOR. How do you like this white house?
STRANGER. I can only see blackness.
CONFESSOR. You still are black; but you"ll grow white, quite white! Did you sleep well last night?
STRANGER. Dreamlessly, like a tired child. But tell me: why do I find so many locked doors?
CONFESSOR. You"ll gradually learn to open them.
STRANGER. Is this a large building?
CONFESSOR. Endless! It dates from the time of Charlemagne and has continually grown through pious benefactions. Untouched by the spiritual upheavals and changes of different epochs, it stands on its rocky height as a monument of Western culture. That is to say: Christian faith wedded to the knowledge of h.e.l.las and Rome.
STRANGER. So it"s not merely a religious foundation?
CONFESSOR. No. It embraces all the arts and sciences as well. There"s a library, museum, observatory and laboratory--as you"ll see later.
Agriculture and horticulture are also studied here; and a hospital for laymen, with its own sulphur springs, is attached to the monastery.
STRANGER. One word more, before the chapter a.s.sembles. What kind of man is the Prior?
CONFESSOR (smiling). He is the Prior! Aloof, without peer, dwelling on the summits of human knowledge, and... well, you"ll see him soon.
STRANGER. Is it true that he"s so old?
CONFESSOR. He"s reached an unusual age. He was born at the beginning of the century that"s now nearing its end.
STRANGER. Has he always been in the monastery?
CONFESSOR. No. He"s not always been a monk, though always a priest. Once he was a minister, but that was seventy years ago. Twice curator of the university. Archbishop.... "Sh! Ma.s.s is over.
STRANGER. I presume he"s not the kind of unprejudiced priest who pretends to have vices when he has none?
CONFESSOR. Not at all. But he"s seen life and mankind, and he"s more human than priestly.
STRANGER. And the fathers?
CONFESSOR. Wise men, with strange histories, and none of them alike.
STRANGER. Who can never have known life as it"s lived....
CONFESSOR. All have lived their lives, more than once; have suffered shipwreck, started again, gone to pieces and risen once more. You must wait.
STRANGER. The Prior"s sure to ask me questions. I don"t think I can agree to everything.
CONFESSOR. On the contrary, you must show yourself as you are; and defend your opinions to the last.
STRANGER. Will contradiction be permitted here?
CONFESSOR. Here? You"re a child, who"s lived in a childish world, where you"ve played with thoughts and words. You"ve lived in the erroneous belief that language, a material thing, can be a vehicle for anything so subtle as thoughts and feelings. We"ve discovered that error, and therefore speak as little as possible; for we are aware of, and can divine, the innermost thoughts of our neighbour. We"ve so developed our perceptive faculties by spiritual exercises that we are linked in a single chain; and can detect a feeling of pleasure and harmony, when there"s complete accord. The Prior, who has trained himself most rigorously, can feel if anyone"s thoughts have strayed into wrong paths.
In some respects he"s like--merely like, I say--a telephone engineer"s galvanometer, that shows when and where a current has been interrupted.
Therefore we can have no secrets from one another, and so do not need the confessional. Think of all this when you confront the searching eye of the Prior!
STRANGER. Is there any intention of examining me?
CONFESSOR. Oh no. There are merely a few questions to answer without any deep meaning, before the practical examinations. Quiet! Here they are.
(He goes to one side. The PRIOR enters from the back. He is dressed entirely in white and he has pulled up his hood. He is a tall man with long white hair and along white beard-his head is like that of Jupiter.
His face is pale, but full and without wrinkles. His eyes are large, surrounded by shadows and his eyebrows strongly marked. A quiet, majestic calm reigns over his whole personality. The PRIOR is followed by twelve Fathers, dressed in black and white, with black hoods, also pulled up. All bow to the crucifix and then go to their places.)
PRIOR (after looking at the STRANGER for a moment.) What do you seek here? (The STRANGER is confused and tries to find an answer, but cannot.
The PRIOR goes on, calmly, firmly, but indulgently.) Peace? Isn"t that so? (The STRANGER makes a sign of a.s.sent with head and mouth.) But if the whole of life is a struggle, how can you find peace amongst the living? (The STRANGER is not able to answer.) Do you want to turn your back on life because you feel you"ve been injured, cheated?
STRANGER (in a weak voice). Yes.
PRIOR. So you"ve been defrauded, unjustly dealt with? And this injustice began so early that you, an innocent child, couldn"t imagine you"d committed any crime that was worthy of punishment. Well, once you were unjustly accused of stealing fruit; tormented into taking the offence on yourself; tortured into telling lies about yourself and forced to beg forgiveness for a fault you"d not committed. Wasn"t it so?