I rose,and looked around me,dazed at heart.For a moment I could not see her:she was gone,and loneliness had returned like the cloud after the rain!She whom I brought back from the brink of the grave,had fled from me,and left me with desolation!I dared not one moment remain thus hideously alone.Had I indeed done her a wrong?I must devote my life to sharing the burden I had compelled her to resume!
I descried her walking swiftly over the grass,away from the river,took one plunge for a farewell restorative,and set out to follow her.The last visit of the white leech,and the blow of the woman,had enfeebled me,but already my strength was reviving,and I kept her in sight without difficulty.
"Is this,then,the end?"I said as I went,and my heart brooded a sad song.Her angry,hating eyes haunted me.I could understand her resentment at my having forced life upon her,but how had Ifurther injured her?Why should she loathe me?Could modesty itself be indignant with true service?How should the proudest woman,conscious of my every action,cherish against me the least sense of disgracing wrong?How reverently had I not touched her!As a father his motherless child,I had borne and tended her!Had all my labour,all my despairing hope gone to redeem only ingratitude?"No,"I answered myself;"beauty must have a heart!However profoundly hidden,it must be there!The deeper buried,the stronger and truer will it wake at last in its beautiful grave!To rouse that heart were a better gift to her than the happiest life!It would be to give her a nobler,a higher life!"She was ascending a gentle slope before me,walking straight and steady as one that knew whither,when I became aware that she was increasing the distance between us.I summoned my strength,and it came in full tide.My veins filled with fresh life!My body seemed to become ethereal,and,following like an easy wind,Irapidly overtook her.
Not once had she looked behind.Swiftly she moved,like a Greek goddess to rescue,but without haste.I was within three yards of her,when she turned sharply,yet with grace unbroken,and stood.
Fatigue or heat she showed none.Her paleness was not a pallor,but a pure whiteness;her breathing was slow and deep.Her eyes seemed to fill the heavens,and give light to the world.It was nearly noon,but the sense was upon me as of a great night in which an invisible dew makes the stars look large.
"Why do you follow me?"she asked,quietly but rather sternly,as if she had never before seen me.
"I have lived so long,"I answered,"on the mere hope of your eyes,that I must want to see them again!""You WILL not be spared!"she said coldly."I command you to stop where you stand.""Not until I see you in a place of safety will I leave you,"Ireplied.
"Then take the consequences,"she said,and resumed her swift-gliding walk.
But as she turned she cast on me a glance,and I stood as if run through with a spear.Her scorn had failed:she would kill me with her beauty!
Despair restored my volition;the spell broke;I ran,and overtook her.
"Have pity upon me!"I cried.
She gave no heed.I followed her like a child whose mother pretends to abandon him."I will be your slave!"I said,and laid my hand on her arm.
She turned as if a serpent had bit her.I cowered before the blaze of her eyes,but could not avert my own.
"Pity me,"I cried again.
She resumed her walking.
The whole day I followed her.The sun climbed the sky,seemed to pause on its summit,went down the other side.Not a moment did she pause,not a moment did I cease to follow.She never turned her head,never relaxed her pace.
The sun went below,and the night came up.I kept close to her:
if I lost sight of her for a moment,it would be for ever!
