The prisoner continued his confession:
The witches, as I said, came through the air accompanied by their gallants; the demons rose, with their attendants, from the ground.
Among the latter were several of the celebrities from whom the satyrs had borrowed the name they bore.
Semiazaz is the jester of the demon-crew, also the musician; and when he plays, all the rest have to dance. His nose is a clarionet; he plays it with his ears instead of his fingers with which he thrums on the skeleton ribs of a cow, as on a harp; and he beats the drum with his tail.
Behoric, my blood-comrade"s G.o.d-father, is a huge fellow with an elephant"s trunk, with which he signs his name. That is why N. P.
(_nasu propria_) instead of M. P. (_manu propria_) is always appended to this demon"s signature. Behoric is also an elegant cavalier. He wears his tail jauntily over one shoulder, and fans himself, when he gets too warm, with the brush at the tip.
All of the demons, with a single exception, had wings like a bat. My namesake alone differed in this respect from his fellows. His wings were formed from the quills which have been used on earth to sign and write doc.u.ments worthy of the infernal regions.
There was the quill used by Pilate to sign the accusation against Jesus Christ, and the release of Barabbas; the quill with which Aretino indited his sonnets; the quill used by Queen Elizabeth to sign Mary Stuart"s death sentence; the quill with which Catharine de Medici ordered the horrors of St. Bartholomew"s night; the quill with which Pope Leo X. wrote indulgences for money; the quill with which Pope Innocent wrote the words: "_Sint ut sunt aut non sint_;" the quill with which a distinguished Archbishop wrote his ambiguous answer: "_Reginam occidere nolite timere bonum est_;" the quill that wrote at Shylock"s order the contract for a pound of human flesh; the quill used by the mortal foe of the Foscari to write in his book "_La Pagata_;" the quill with which King Philip signed the death warrant of his son; the quill with which Tetzel scrawled his pamphlet attacking Luther--and all the rest of the quills which have been used for such like infamous deeds, were to be found in Belphegor"s wings.
They were gigantic wings, too, much longer than those of roc; and whenever Behoric needed a pen he would pluck from them the quill which best suited the doc.u.ment he wanted to sign. After all the demons and witches were a.s.sembled they began to plan evil deeds; and my bride being the heroine of the hour, she had the right to offer the first suggestion:
"There is an inn near the "_kempenei_,"" she began, "whose owner is in league with the commandant of Bilsen to counterfeit money, and waylay travellers. The counterfeit money is started into circulation by the inn-keeper, who gives it to the caravans which stop at his house for refreshment, in exchange for the genuine money they leave with him.
This publican has become repentant, and wants to atone for his misdeeds. He confessed his criminal practices in a letter to the governor, and told where the commandant fabricated the false coin.
This letter I managed to have conveyed to the commandant instead of to the governor, and tonight, the former with his troops is going to pay a visit to the inn. What say you, friends: how many souls shall we send to h.e.l.l?"
"All of them! All of them!" yelled the witches. "We will have some fun this night! Ho, Lucifer! We await you!"
A terrific noise and rumbling was heard, and the ground opened, as when an earthquake cleaves the crust of the globe. From the abyss rose his infernal majesty, the king of evil, before whom the entire company knelt--or rather squatted on their heels--
"What was he like?" queried the prince.
I cannot answer that question, your highness--and for a very good reason, as will be learned further on. When Lucifer appeared all the witches disrobed--
"Not to the buff?" again interrupted the prince.
Yes, your highness, and further. They took off their skins, too; and when their hideous, wrinkled, warty hides were stripped off, they were the most beautiful and fascinating fairies.
My Lilith was more transcendently lovely than any image of a G.o.ddess I ever saw--she was perfect beauty idealized! Your highness will understand now why I had no eyes for the prince of darkness. I had lost command of my head--for one kiss from Lilith"s ravishing lips I would have bonded my soul to the devil.
Behoric, the real demon, for whom my blood-comrade was called, now took a black book from his knapsack, and bade his namesake step forward to be stigmatized. This was accomplished as follows: Behoric plucked a quill from Belphegor"s wings, and with the nib made tiny punctures in my comrade"s arm, thus forming letters. After making a puncture in the flesh he would make a dot with the b.l.o.o.d.y quill-point on a page in the black book. When his task was finished, the name "Behoric" gleamed in red letters on my comrade"s arm; and in letters of flame on the page in the black book.
The demon then presented to his namesake a thaler, as christening gift; after which, he turned to me, and said I should also receive a thaler if I would allow him to register my name among those of the chosen ones of h.e.l.l.
Not for a dozen thalers would I have consented; but, for one kiss from my fascinating Lilith, I would have done anything asked of me.
I extended my arm for the stigma; but my blood-comrade stepped up to me and said:
"Comrade, do you see this thaler which I got in exchange for my soul?
I want you to give me your bride for it."
As I have told you, a blood-comrade dare not refuse the request made by his fellow. I pocketed the thaler, placed Lilith"s beautiful hand in Behoric"s palm, and saw them move away to join the dancers.
Behoric and Belphegor now seized my collar, and importuned me to have my name recorded in the black book; but, with the loss of my bride, all desire to join the demon ranks vanished.
In vain I made all sorts of excuses; they would not release me. At last, I cried with simulated anger: "To the devil with you! Not a single member of my family ever was known to sign a contract when sober! I will eat and drink, then I"ll talk business with you!"
Hardly had the last word crossed my lips, when before me stood a table loaded with delicious viands, and rare wines. The wedding guests seated themselves around the table, and proceeded to enjoy the repast, but to my extreme disappointment both wines and food were without taste. There was no substance to the former, no savor to the latter.
I began to quarrel with the demons:
"I can"t eat this food," I exclaimed irritably. "I can"t eat meat without salt."
"Salt?" repeated one of them. "Where should we get salt? There is no ocean in h.e.l.l."
"But,"--I persisted--"I must have some salt--and if you have to fetch me Lot"s wife--"
"Don"t scold so, little man," jestingly interrupted Lilith, pulling my mustache. "Here--taste what is on my lips."
"I don"t want honey--I want salt," I yelled, pushing her away.
"_Donner und Blitz!_ Give me salt, or I"ll skin Lucifer!"
Now, a curse has the same effect on a demon that a prayer has on an angel.
The younger devils rushed with all speed possible to Lucifer"s palace to fetch the only salt-cellar in the infernal regions; it is for the sole use of the king of evil. This salt-cellar is a large mussel-sh.e.l.l and looks like a christening bowl; it is filled with salt collected from the tears shed by penitent sinners who delayed their repentance until it was too late.
Two active little imps dragged the salt-cellar to my side.
"Here"s salt at last--G.o.d be praised!" I exclaimed in a loud voice.
The next instant the table with its viands disappeared amid an unearthly din, and rumbling as of thunder. The demons sank cursing into the earth; the witches flew yelling into the air, and I fell backward to the ground unconscious.
When I came to my senses, I was lying in a peat bog one hundred and twenty miles from the Black Forest, in which I had celebrated my marriage the night before with the beautiful Lilith.
"Either you are a madman, or you dreamed all this nonsense," in a stern tone observed the prince, at the conclusion of Hugo"s recital.
"I don"t believe a single word of it."
"Well," commented the chair with less emphasis; "one thing is clear: Among the many lies the rascal has entertained us with for weeks, this last tale is the only one to bear a semblance to the truth. Similar occurrences are related by Majolus, and Ghirlandinus; also by the world-renowned Boccaccio, whose statements no one would think of doubting. I say that, for once, the accused has adhered strictly to the truth."
"Very good," decisively responded the prince. "Then, as he did not sign the compact with Satan, he cannot be charged with _pactum diabolic.u.m implicitum_. Consequently, this indictment may also be expunged from the record."
PART XII.
THE BREAD OF SHAME.
CHAPTER I.
THE MAGIC THALER.