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类别:其他 作者:Brian Oswald Donn-Byrne字数:24815更新时间:19/01/04 09:12:57
ANOTEONTHEAUTHOROFMESSERMARCOPOLO SoCelticinfeelingandatmospherearethestoriesofDonnByrnethatmanyofhisdevoteeshavecometobelievethatheneverlivedanywherebutinIreland。Actually,DonnByrnewasborninNewYorkCity。 Shortlyafterhisbirth,however,hisparentstookhimbacktothelandofhisforefathers。Therehewaseducatedandcametoknowthepeopleofwhomhewrotesomagically。AtDublinUniversityhislovefortheIrishlanguageandforagoodfightwonhimmanyprizes,firstasawriterinGaelicandsecondastheUniversity’slightweightboxingchampion。AftercontinuinghisstudiesattheSorbonneandtheUniversityofLeipzig,hereturnedtotheUnitedStates,where,in1911,hemarriedandestablishedahomeinBrooklynHeights。Heearnedhisliving,whiletryingtowriteshortstories,asaneditorofdictionaries。 Soonhistalesbegantoattractattentionandheaddedtohiscollectionofboxingprizesmanyotherswoninshort-storycontests。WhenMESSER MARCOPOLOappearedin1921hisreputationintheliteraryworldwasfirmlyestablished。Thereafter,whateverhewrotewashailedenthusiasticallybyhisever-growingpublic,until1928,whenhistragicdeathinanautomobileaccidentcutshortthecareerofoneofAmerica’sbest-lovedstory-tellers。 MESSERMARCOPOLO Themessagecametome,atthesecondcheckofthehunt,thatacountrymanandaclansmanneededme。Thegroundwasheavy,thedayraw,anditwasadrag,toofastforfunandtootameforsport。 SoIblessedthecountrymanandtheclansman,andturnedmybackonthefield。 Butwhentheytoldmehisname,Iallbutfellfromthesaddle。 \"Butthatman’sdead!\" Buthewasn’tdead。HewasinNewYork。HewastravelingfromthecraigsofUlstertohisgrandson,whohadanorange-groveontheIndianRiver,inFlorida。Hewasn’tdead。AndIsaidtomyselfwithimpatience,\"Musteverymanbornninetyyearsagobedead?\" \"Butthisisadamnedthing,\"Ithought,\"tobesaddledwithamanoverninetyyearsold。TohavetoactasGARDE-MALADEatmyage! Whycouldn’thehavestayedanddiedathome?Sure,oneofthesedayshewilldie,aswealldie,andtheghostofhimwillneverbecontentonthesluggishriver,bythemossytrees,wheretheblueheronsandthewhitecranesandthegreatgraypelicansfly。Itwillbegoingback,Iknow,totheboomingsurfandthered-berriedrowan-treesandthebarkingeaglesofAntrim。TodieoutofUlster,whenonecandieinUlster,thereisageyfoolishthing……\" ButtheharshlogicofUlsterleftme,andthesoftmoodofUlstercameonmeasIrememberedhim,andIgoingintothetownonthetrain。 Andthelatewintergrass,ofWestchester,spare,scrofulous;thejerry-builtbungalows;thelinesofuncomelylinen;theblatantadvertisingboards——alltheunbeautyofitpassedaway,andIwasagainintheAntrimglens。TherewasthesoftpurpleoftheIrishChannel,andtherethesoft,dimoutlineofScotland。Therewastheherringschoolsilverinthesun,andIcouldseeitfromthecragswherethesurfboomedlikeadrum。Andunderfootwasthespringyheather,thebelledandpurpleheather…… Andtherecametomeagainthevisionoftheoldman’sthatchedfarmhousewhenthemoonwasupandthebatswereout,andthewindsoftheCountyAntrimcamebellyingdowntheglens……Theturffireburnedonthehearth,nowred,nowyellow,andtherewasthegoldenlightoflamps,andMalachioftheLongGlenwasrecitingsomepoemofBlindRaftery’s,orthelamentofPierreRonsardforMary,QueenofScots: Taribinomocheadshearcannmophocssios。 AgasmnaEiripnileigheasfadaoismobhron,faraor! Tamereidhleatgondeantarcomhracaol! Agasgobhfasfaidhanfearnodhiaidhsinthridmolaranios! Thereisaribbonfrommyonlyloveinmypocketdeep,AndthewomenofEuropetheycouldnotcuremygrief,alas! Iamdonewithyouuntilanarrowcoffinbemadeforme。 Anduntilthegrassshallgrowafterthatupthroughmyheart! AndIsuddenlydiscoveredontherumblingtrainthatapartfromthehurlingandthefoot-ballandthejumpingofhorses,whatlifeI rememberedofUlsterwasboundupinMalachiCampbelloftheLongGlen…… Averystrangeoldman,hardyasablackthorn,immense,bowedshoulders,thefaceofsomeoldhawkofthemountains,hairwhiteandplentifulassomeoldcardinal’s。Allhiskinsfolkweredeadexceptforonegranddaughter……Andhehadbecomeatraditionintheglens…… Itwassaidhehadbeenanecclesiasticalstudentabroad,inValladolid……andthathehadforsakenthatlife。AndinFrancehehadbeenatutorinthefamilyofMacMahon,roid’Irlande……andsomewherehehadmarried,andhiswifehaddiedandlefthimmoney……andhehadcomebacktoAntrim……HehadbeeninthePapalZouaves,andfoughtalsointheAmericanCivilWar……AstrangeoldfigurewhoknewGreekandLatinaswellasmostprofessors,andwhohadneverforgottenhisGaelic…… Antrimwillevercolormyownwriting。MyFifthAvenuewillhavesomethinginitoftheheatherglen。Mypeoplewillhavealwaysaphrase,athought,aflashofScots-Irishmysticism,andforthatImusteitherthankorblameMalachiCampbelloftheLongGlen。 ThestoriesIheard,andIyoung,werenotofLittleRolloandSirWalterScott’s,butthehorribletaleoftheNakedHangman,whogoesthroughtheValleysonMidsummer’sEve;ofDermot,andGranyeoftheBrightBreasts;oftheCattleRaidofMaeve,QueenofConnacht;oftheoldageofCuchulainintheIslandofSkye; grisly,homelystories,suchasyonoftheghostlyfoot-ballersofCushendun,whoseballisaskull,andwhosegoalistheportalsofaruinedgraveyard;strangereligiouspoems,liketheDialogueofDeathandtheSinner: Dothugainnloistindogachdeoraidhtreith-lag—— Iusedtogivelodgingtoeverypoorwanderer; FoodanddrinktohimIwouldseeinwant,Hisproperpaymenttothemanrequestingreckoning,Och!IsnotJesushardifhecondemnsme! Allthesestories,ofallthesepeoplehetold,hadtheunreal,shimmeringqualityofthatmiragethatisseenfromPortrushcliffs,aglitteringcityinagoldendesert,surroundedbyastrangeseamist。 Allthesesongs,allthesewordshespoke,werenative,hadthesametangastheturfsmoke,theGaelicqualitythatisindarklakesonmountainssummits,inploversnestsamidtheheather……AndtorememberthemnowinNewYork,toseehim…… Fifteenyearshadchangedhimbutlittle:littlemoretremorandslownessinthewalk,abowtothegreatshoulders,aneyethatflashedlikeaknife。 \"AndwhatdoyouthinkofNewYork,Malachi?\" \"Iwasherebefore,yourhonorwillremember。IfoughtattheWilderness。\" Iforboreaskinghimwhatchangehehadfound。Isawhisquiveringnostrils。 Inafewdayshewouldproceedsouth,whenhehadorientatedhimselfafterthedaysofshipboard。 Thatnightitseemedeveryonechosetocomeinandclusteraroundthefire。Randall,thepoet;andthetwoblondDanishgirls,withtheirhairlikeflax;Fraser,thegolfer,justoverfromPrestwick; andayoungwriter,withhisspursyettowin;andthisone……andthatone。 TheyallkeptsilenceasoldMalachspoke,sportsmen,artists,menandwomenoftheworld;ahushcameonthemandtheireyesshowedtheywerenotbeforethecracklingfireinthelongroomsbutamazedintheAntrimglens。 Yes,oldMalachisaid,thingswerechangedoverthere,andagreaterchangewasliable……PeoplewhisperedthatintheValleyoftheBlackPigtheBoarwithoutBristleshadbeenseenatthecloseoftheday,andinTemplemoretherewasableedingimage,andthesewereominousportents……Somefolksbelievedandsomedidn’t…… AndthegreatIrishhunterthathadwontheGrandNational,thegreatesthorseintheworld……ButourManofWar,Malachi?…… Oh,sure,allhecoulddowasrun,andahareoragreyhoundcouldbeathimatthat;butShawnSpadah,agreatjumperhim,aswellasarunner;infine,ahorse……AnddidIknowthatRedSimonMcEwerofCushundallhadgonearoundPortrushineighteenconsecutivefours?……ARathlinIslanderhadtriedtheswimacrosstoScotland,butdidn’tmakeit,andtherewasgreatarguingastowhetheritwasbecauseofthecurrentsoroflackofstrength……TherewererumblingsintheGiants’Causeway……verystrange……AwomaninOranhadthesecondsight,themostpowerfulgiftofsecondsightingenerations……TherewasanewpiperinIslay,anditwassaidhewasasecondMcCrimmon……AndanewpoethadariseninUist,andallovertheHighlandstheywererecitinghissongsandhis\"LamentfortheBruce\"……WasIstillaskeenfor,didIstillrememberthepoems,andthegreatstories?…… \"’Behold,thenightisofgreatlength,’\"Iquoted,\"’Unbearable。 Tellus,therefore,ofthosewondrousdeeds。’\" \"Ifyou’verememberedyourGaidhligasyou’verememberedyourGreek!\" \"It’salongtimesinceyou’vehadastoryofme,twelvelongyears,andit’salongtimebeforeyou’llhaveanother,andIgoingawaytomorrow。OldSergeantDeathhashiswarrantoutformethismanyaday,andit’sonlythewisdomofanolddogfoxthateludeshim; buthe’lllaymebytheheelsoneofthesedays……thenthere’llbeanendtothegrandstories……Soafterthis,ifyou’rewantingastory,youmustbewritingityourself…… \"ButbeforeIdie,I’llleaveyouthestoryofMarcoPolo。There’sbeenapowerofbookswrittenaboutMarcoPolo。Thescholarshavepusheduptheirspectaclesandbrushedthecobwebsfromtheirears,andthey’vesaid,’There’sallthereisaboutMarcoPolo。’ \"Butthescholarsareaqueerandblindpeople,BrianOge。I’veheardtellthere’sadoctorinSpaincanweightheearth。Buthecan’tplowafurrowthatisneedful,forplantingcorn。Thescholarscantellhowmanyarethefeathersinabird’swing,butittakesmetoinformthedoctorswhythecallcomestothem,andtheyflyoveroceanswithoutcompassorsextantorsightofland。 \"Didyoueverseeascholarstandinginfrontofaslipofagirl? Inallhislearninghecanfindnothingtosaytoher。Andeverypennypoetinthecountryknows。 \"Letyoubelisteningnow,BrianOge,andletalsothescholarsbelistening。Butwhetherthescholarsdoornot,I’mnotcaring。 Apopeoncelistenedtomewithgreatrespect,andamarshalofFranceandpoetswithoutnumber。Butthescholarsdobeturninguptheirnoses。And,mindyou,I’vegotasmuchscholarshipasthenextman,asyou’llseefrommystory。 \"Barringmyself,istherenooneinthishousethattakessnuff? No!Ah,well,timesdobechanging。\" CHAPTERI Nowit’snearingnightonthefirstdayofspring,andyoucouldseehowloathdaywastobegoingforeventheshorttimeuntiltherisingofthesunagain。Andthoughtherewasachillonthecanals,yettherewasgreatcolortothesunset,theredofitonthewaterebbingintoorange,andthentopurple,andlosingitselfintheolivepoolsnearthemooring-ties。AndalittlewindcameupfromtheGreekislands,andnowsurgedandfluttered,thewayyou’dthinkaharpermightbeplaying。You’dhearnosound,butthemelodywasthere。Itwastherhythmofspring,thattheoldpeoplerecognize。 Buttheyoungpeoplewouldknowitwasspring,too,bytokenofthegaietythatwasintheair。Fornothingbringsjoytotheheartlikethecomingofspring。Thefolkwhodobeblindalltherestoftheyear,theireyesdoopenthen,andasunsettakesthem,andtheweevirginflowerscomingupbetweenthestones,orthetwitterofabirduponthebough……Andyoungwomendobepreeningthemselves,andyoungmendobesinging,eventheythathavethevoicesofrooks。 Thereissomethingstirringinthemthatisstirring,intheground,withtheburstingoftheseeds…… AndyoungMarcoPolothrewdownthequillinthecountinghousewherehewaslearninghistrade。Thenightwascomingon。Hewasonlyastripofalad,andtoladsthenightisnotrestfromwork,andthequietnessofsleeping,butgaming,anddrinking,andcourtingyoungwomen。Now,thereweretwowomenhemighthavegoneto,andonewasagreatVenetianlady,withhairtheredofaqueen’scloak,andagreatnobleshapetoherandgreatdignity。Butwithherhewouldonlyberecitingversesormakinggrand,stiltedcompliments,thelikeofthoseyouwouldhearinaplay。Andwhilethatseemedtofitinwithwinterandcandlelight,itwaspoorsportforspring。 Theotheronewasablack,plumplittlegown-maker,apleasant,singinglittlewoman,veryaffectionate,andveryproudtohaveoneofthegreatPoloslovingher。Shewaseagerforkissing,andalwaysaskingtheladtobecarefulofhimself,tobeputtinghiscloakon,ortobesureanddrinksomethingwarmwhenhegothomethatnight,fortheairfromthecanalswaschill。Thegreatladywastoomuchofthemind,andthelittlegown-makerwastoomuchofthebody,eitherofthem,tobepleasingyoungMarcoonthefirstnightofspring。 Now,itisaqueerthingwillbepleasingayoungmanonthefirstnightofspring。Thewanderingfootitches,andthemindandbodyarekeentofollow。Thereisthatinsideayoungmanthatmakesthehuntingdogrisefromthehearthonamoonlitnight:\"Begor!it’smyself’lltakeaturnthroughthefieldsonthechanceofabitofcoursing。Aweasel,maybe,oranotter,wouldbeoutthenight。 Orahareitself。Ay,therewouldbesportforyou!Theharerunninghell-for-leather,andmeafterhimoverbrakeanddell。 Ay!Ay!Ay!Agoodhunt’sajewel!I’lltakeastretchalongtheroad。\" Orthereisinhimwhatdoesbetroublingthebirds,andtheyontropicislands。\"Tweet-tweet,\"theygrumble。\"Agrandplacethissurely,andverycomfortableforthewinter。Thepalm-treesaregreen,butI’dratherhavethegreenofyounggrass。Andthesea,youken,itbecomesmonotonous。DoyourememberthepeachesofChampagne,wife,andthecherry-treesofAntrim?Doyourememberthefarmerwhowassuchabadshot,andhiswifewiththeredpetticoat?I’mfeelingfineandstronginthewings,AVOURNEEN。 Whatdoyousay?Let’sbundleandgo!\" Hewanderedoutwiththediscontentoftheseasononhim。Thesunhaddroppedatlast,andeverywhereyou’dseetorches,andtheimageoftorchesinthewater。Onthecanalsofthetowngreatbargesmoved。Everywherewerefine,nobleshadowsandthesplashingofoars。 Therewasagreatadmiral’sgalley,readytoputtoseaagainstGenoa。 ThereabigmerchantmanbackfromAfrica。Andalongthecanalswentallthepeopleintheworld,you’dthink。NowitwasaFrenchman,allsilksandsatinsand’la-di-da,monsieur!’OraSpaniardwithapointedbeardandlong,leanlegsandalong,leansword。AndnowitwasaGreekcourtesan,whiteasmilk,sittinginhergondolaasonathrone。HerewasaMuscovite,hairy,dirty,withfinefurandfinejewelsandteethsharpasadog’s。AndnowaneffeminateGreeknobleman,languidasabride。AndherewereMoorishcaptains,Othello’smen,greatgiantsofblackmarble;andswarthy,hook-nosedmerchantsofPalestine;andthesquiresofCrusaders——pretty,ringletedboys,swearinglikedemons。AndhereandtherewereScotsandIrishmercenaries,kilted,sensitivefolk,onemomentsmilingatyouandthenextaknifeinyourgizzard。 Andashewentthroughthecourtstherewerewhispersandlaughter,andoccasionallyasoftvoiceinvitedhimtoenter;buthesmiledandshookhishead。NeartheCanaldeMestre,whichisclosebytheGhetto,hestoppedbythewine-shopcalledThePrinceofBulgaria,andhecouldheargreatdisputation。AndsomewerespeakingofBaldwinII,andhowhehadnogutstohaveletPalaeologustakeConstantinoplefromhim。AndothersweremurmuringaboutGenoa。 \"Markus,theymeantrouble,thosedogs。Betterwipethemoffthefaceoftheearthnow。\"AndagroupwerediscussingthechancesofraidingtheJewishKingdomoftheYemen。\"They’vegottemplesthereroofedwithgold。\"……AndanIrishpiperwasplayingonalittlesilversetofpipes,andanIndianmagicianwasdoinggreatsleightofhand…… \"I’llgoinandtalktothestrangeforeignpeople,\"saidMarcoPolo。 CHAPTERII Now,youmightbethinkingthatthepictureI’mdrawingisoutofmyownhead。Letyounotbethinkingofitasitisnow,acityofshadowsandghosts,withafewscantvisitorsmooninginthecanals。ThePrideoftheWestshewas,theJeweloftheEast。 Constantinoplewashercourtyard。Greece,Egypt,Abyssinia,Bulgaria,andMuscovy,herten-acrefields。TheCrusadersontheirwaytofighttheSaracenstoppedtopleadforherhelpandgenerosity。 Therewerenosoldiersmorechivalrous,noteventheFrench。Therewerenobetterfighters,noteventheHighlandclans。Sailors? You’dthinkthosefellowshadinventedthesea。Andasforrichesandtreasures,oh!thewonderoftheworldshewas!Tributeshehadfromeverywhere;thefourgreathorsesofSaintMarktheycamefromConstantinople。ThetwogreatmarblecolumnsfacingthePiazetta,sure,theycamefromAcre。Whenforeignpowerswantedtheloanofmoney,itwastoVenicetheycame。ConsidertheprobityofVenetianmen。TheyonceheldaspledgetheCrownofThornsitself。 KingLouisIXofFranceredeemedit。 Theprocessionsofthetradespeoplewerelikeaking’sretinue,andtheymarchinginstateontheelectionofadoge。Eachintheirseparateorderthey’dcome,themastersmithsfirst,asisright,everyonegarlandedlikeaconqueror,withtheirbannerandtheirbuglers。Thefurriersnextinermineandtaffeta;thetanners,withsilvercupsfilledwithwine;thetailorsinwhite,withvermilionstars;thewool-workers,witholivebranches;thequilt- makersincloakstrimmedwithfleur-de-lis;thecloth-of-goldweavers,withgoldencrownssetwithpearls;theshoemakersinfinesilk,whilethesilk-workerswereinfustian;thecheese-dealersandpork-butchersinscarletandpurple;thefish-mongersandpoulterers,armedlikemen-of-war;theglass-makers,withelegantspecimensoftheirart;thecomb-makers,withlittlebirdsincages;thebarber-surgeonsonhorseback,verydignified,verylearned,andwiththatyou’dthinkthere’dbeanendtothem,butcastyoureyebackonthatprocessionandyou’dfindguildsasfarasyoursightwouldreach…… Letyoubegoingdownthemarkets,andwhatwouldyouseeforsale? Boots,clothes,bread?No,theywereoutofsight;butscatteredonthebooths,thelikeoffarlsofbreadonafair-day,you’dfindclovesandnutmegs,maceandebonyfromMoluccas,thathadcomebywayofAlexandriaandtheSyrianports;sandalwoodfromTimor,inAsia;camphorfromBorneo。SumatraandJavasentbenzointohermarkets。CochinChinasentbitteraloes-wood。FromChinaandJapanandfromSiamcamegum,spices,silks,chessmen,andcuriositiesfortheparlor。RubiesfromPeru,fineclothsfromCoromandel,andfinerstillfromBengal。TheygotspikenardfromNepaulandBhutan。 TheirdiamondswerefromGolconda。FromNirmultheypurchasedDamascussteelfortheirswords。Noristhatallyou’dsee,andyou’dbegoingdownbythemarketsonasunnymorning,andafine- thinking,low-voicedwomanonyourarm。You’dseepearlsandsapphires,topazandcinnamonfromCeylon;lacandagates,brocadesandcoralfromCambay;hammeredvesselsandinlaidweaponsandembroideredshawlsfromCashmere。Asforspices,neverwouldyournostrilsmeetsuchanodor:bdelliumfromScinde,muskfromTibet,galbanumfromKhorasan;fromAfghanistan,asafetida;fromPersia,sagapenum;ambergrisandcivetfromZanzibar,andfromZanzibarcameivory,too。AndfromZeila,Berbera,andShehricamebalsamandfrankincense…… AndthatwasVenice,andMarcoPoloayoungman。Andnowit’sonlyatownlikeanyothertownbutforitschurchesandcanals。There’smanyatownhasghosts,butnonetheghoststhatVenicehas;notRomeitself,orTaraofthekings。 \"Oncedidshehold,\"Randallquoted,\"thegorgeousEastinfee; AndwasthesafeguardoftheWest;theworthOfVenicedidnotfallbelowherbirth,Venice,theeldestChildofLiberty。 Shewasamaidencity,brightandfree; Noguileseduced,noforcecouldviolate; And,whenshetookuntoherselfamate,ShemustespousetheeverlastingSea!\" Timeisthegreatestrogueofall。NotallthearrowsofAttilacandothedamageofatrickleofsandinanhour-glass!TyreandSidon,Carthage,ancientBabylon,andVenice,queenofthemall。 IamdescribingVenicetoyouforthisreason。YoumightnowstandwhereTroy’swallsoncewereandsaytoyourself:\"WasthiswhereHelenwalkedwithherlittleson?Wasthiswheretheloveliestfaceofageswept?\"Andachillofdoubtwouldcomeonyou,andyouwouldthink,\"I’vebeenwastingmysorrowandwastingmylove,foritwasallnothingbutanoldtalemadeupinaminstrel’shead。\" AndsometimeinVenice,afteryourdinnerinahotel,you’dgooutforawhileinaBARCA,thatwouldhavenomoreromancetoitnorthebarkagilliewouldrow,andyousalmon-fishingonacold,blusteryday,andyouwouldfeeldisappointed,youhavingcomesofar,andyou’dsay:\"Itwasagrandstorysurely,andbravelydiditpassthewinterevening;butwasn’toldMalachioftheLongGlentheliaroftheworld!\" Iwouldn’thaveyousayingthat,andIdead。InallI’mtellingyou,I’dhaveyoutoknowthere’snotaha’porthoflie。 CHAPTERIII AndsoMarcoPolowentintothewine-shoptoseeandhearthestrangeforeignpeople。 Itwasadark,longroom,veryhigh,fullofshadowsbetweentheflamingtorchesonthewall。Atonesideofitwasagreatfireburning,forallitwasthefirstnightofspring。Atoneendofitwerethegreatbarrelsofliquorforthethirstycustomers; blackbeerfortheEnglishandtheIrish,grand,hairystuffwithgreatfoamtoit,andbrownbeerfortheGermans;andtherewaswhitewinetherefortheFrenchpeople,andredwinefortheItalians,asquebaughfortheScots,andrumfromthesugarcaneforsuchashadcoldintheirbones。Therewasallkindofdrinkthereinthebrass-boundbarrels——drinkwouldmakeyoumadanddrinkwouldmakeyoumerry,drinkwouldputheartinatimidmananddrinkwouldmakefightingmenpeacefulaspigeons;anddrinkthatwouldmakeyouforgettrouble——allinthebrass-boundbarrelsattheendoftheroom。 Andpleasant,fatlittlemenwereroamingaroundservingthevariedliquorinlittlesilvercups,andfineVenetianglassesforthewine,andinbroad-bellieddrinking-potsthatwouldholdmorethanaquart。 Andtherewassuchababeloflanguageaswasneverheardbutinoneplacebefore。 Someofthedrinkersweredicingandshoutingastheywon,andgrumblingandcursingwhentheylost。Andsomeweresinging。 AndsomeweredancingtotheIrishpipes。AndtherewasaknotaroundtheIndianconjurer。 Buttherewasonemanbyhimselfatatable。Andhimbeingsosilent,you’dthinkhewasshoutingforattention。Hewassorestfulagainstthegreatcommotion,you’dknowhewasagreatman。Youmightturnyourbackonhim,andyou’dknowhewasthere,thoughheneverevenwhisperednorputoutafinger。Afat,pleasant,close-coupledmanhewas,inloose,greenclothes,withgoldbrocadeonthem。Andthereweretwobiggoldear-ringsinhislobes。Hesmokedaweepipewiththebowlhalf-waysupit。Thepipewassilverandallstem,andthebowlnobiggerthanaten-centpiece。Hisshoulderswereverypowerful,soyou’dknowhewasamanyoushouldbepoliteto,andoutofthatchestofhisagreatshoutcouldcome。Hemighthavebeenaworking-man,only,whenhefingeredhispipe,you’dseehishandswereaswellkeptasalord’slady’s,fineassilkandpolishedtoadegree。 Andyou’dthinkmaybeapleasantpoet,whichisascarcething,untilyoulookedatthebrownfaceofhimandbiggoldear-rings。 Andthenyou’dknowwhathewas:hewasagreatsea-captain。 Butwheredidhecomefrom?Youmightknowfromthehighcheekbonesandtheeyesthatwereonaslant,asitwere,thatitwasanEasternmanwasinit。ItmightbeJavaanditmightbeBorneo,oritmightbethestrangecountryofJapan。 Andtherewereacoupleofstrangeoccurrencesinthewine-shop。 TheIndianjugglerwasbeingbaitedbythefightingmen,aspeoplewillbeafterpokingcoarsefunataforeigner。TheslimHindufellowwasn’ttakingitatallwell。Hewaslookingwitheyeslikegimletsatabigbullockofasoldierthatwasleadingthetormenters。 \"Showmesomethingwouldsurpriseme,\"hewasordering。\"Bedamnedtothisoldwoman’sentertainment!\"sayshe。\"Asamagician,\" sayshe,\"you’retheworstIeversaw。Ifyou’reamagician,\" sayshe,\"I’marabbit。\" Andtherewasaroaratthat,becausehewasknowntobeaverybraveman。 \"Showmeamagictrick,\"sayshe。 SaystheHindu: \"Maybeyou’dwishyouhadn’tseenit。\" \"Bedamnedtothat!\"saysthebigfellow。 \"Lookatthismanwell,\"theHindutoldtheroom。\"Lookathimwell。\" Hethrowsahandfulofpowderinthefireandchantsinhisforeignlanguage。Acloudofwhitesmokearisesfromthefire。Hemakesapassbeforeit,and,loandbeholdye!it’sascreenagainstthewall。 Andthere’sagreatcommotionofshadowsonthescreen,andsuddenlyyouseewhatit’sallabout。It’saplatform,andamankneeling,withhisheadontheblock。Youdon’tseewhoitis,butyougetchilled。Andsuddenlythere’saheadsmaninaredcloakandaredmask,andtheaxswingsandfalls。Theheadpopsoff,andthebodyfallslimp。Andtheheadrollsdowntheplatformandstops,andyouseeit’stheheadofthefellowwhowantedtoseesomething,andit’sinthegrislygrinofdeath…… \"There’syourlatterendforyou,\"saystheconjurer。\"Youwantedtoseesomething。Ihopeyou’recontent。\" Thebigfellowturnswhite,gulps,givesabellow,andmakesarush; buttheconjurerisn’tthere,norhisscreennoranything。 Everybodyintheroomwaswhiteandshaken——allbutthesea-captain。 Hejusttampshispipeasifnothinghadhappened,andsmokeson。 Hedoesn’teventakeadrinkfromhisglass。 AndalittlewhilelateranIrishchieftainwalksin。He’spoorandraggedandverythin。Youmightknowhe’dbeenfightingtheheathenfortheHolysepulchre,andsoentitledtorespect,nomatterwhathiscondition。Andbehindhimarefiveclansmenasraggedashe。ButabigGermantrooperrollsup。 \"Andwhatareyou?\"saysthebig,burlyfellow。 \"Agentleman,Ihope,\"saystheraggedchief。 \"’Tisyourselfthatsaysit,\"laughstheGermantrooper。Thechieftainsnickstheknifefromhisarmpit,andstickshiminthejugularasneatasbedamned。 \"You’dmighttakethatout,KevinBeg\"——theIrishchiefpointstothekilledman——\"andthrowitinthecanal。Somebodymightstumbleoveritandbarktheirshins。\" Nowthis,asyoucanconceive,rousedapowerfulcommotionintheroom。 Theywereallontheirfeet,captainsandmarinersandmen-at-arms,cheeringorgrumbling,andarguingtherightsandwrongsofthematter。 Allbutthesea-captain,whosawitall,andheneverblinkedaneyelid,neverevenmissedadrawofthepipe。 AndthenMarcoPoloknewhimtobeaChinaman,because,asalltheworldknows,Chinamenareneversurprisedatanything。 CHAPTERIV SoMarcoPologoesoverandsaluteshimpolitely。 \"Iwonderifyoumindmysittingdownbyyouforawhile,\"hesays。 \"Iperceiveyou’refromChina。\" Thesea-captainwaveshimpolitelytohisplace。 \"I’mfromChina。\"Hesmiles。\"Youguessedright。\" \"Isitlongsinceyou’vebeeninChina?\" \"Well,thatdependsuponwhatyoucalllong,\"saysthecaptain。 \"Ifyoumeantime,it’sonething。Ifyoumeanvoyage,it’sanother。 Foryou’vegottotakeintoaccount,\"sayshe,\"adversewinds,roundaboutturnstoavoidcurrents,possibledelaystohavetheshipscrapedfreefromtheparasitelifethatdoesbeattachingitselftothestrakes,timespentinbarterandtrade。Othermatters,too;theattacksofpirates;cross-grainedprinceswhodon’twantyoutobeleavingtheirportswithagoodcargoinyourhold;sickness;lossofsailsandmasts;repairstotheship。Itwasn’tashortjourneyanditwasn’talongone。\" \"ItwillbealongwaystoChina,I’mthinking。\" \"IcantellyouhowlongitisfromChinatohere,andyoucanreversethat,andyouwillgetafairideaofhowlongitisfromheretoChina。IleftZeitoonwithacargoofporcelainforJapan,andtradeditforgold-dust,andfromJapanIwenttoChambatolayinastoreofchessmenandpen-cases。AndfromChambaIsailedtoJava,whichisthegreatestislandintheworld。JavaisfifteenhundredmilesfromChamba,southandsoutheast,andittookmefourmonthssailing,butasea-captaincannotpassJavaby,foritisthechiefplaceforblackpepper,nutmegs,spikenard,galingale,cubebs,doves,andallthespicesthatgrow。 \"AndIstoppedatvarioussmallislandsfromthere,untilIcametoBasma,whichistheislandoftheunicorns。Andtherewetradeinpygmies,whichignorantpeoplethinkarehumanfolk。Theyarejustaweemonkey,withallthehairpluckedoutexceptthehairofthebeard。Thereisgreatmoneyinthem。 \"IstoppedatSumatraforcocoanutsandtoddy,andjustforwateratDragoian。Dragoianisnotagoodcity。Itisfilledwithsorcererswhohavetattooedfaces。AtLambriIputinforthesagoyoubuyfromthehairymenwithtails。 \"Son,neverstopattheisleofAndaman。Thementherehavefaceslikedogs。Theyareacruelgeneration,andeateveryonetheycancatch。Icouldtellyouastory,butIwouldnotspoilthisfinespringnight。GorathertotheislandofCeylon,andseetheKing’sRuby,whichisthegreatestjewelintheworld。IstoppedthereandatCoromandelforthepearlsthediversgodownintheseafor,andtherearenoclothesonthatisland,sothateveryonegoesnakedasafish。AndthereistheshrineofSaintThomas。Iwasthere。 \"Gujarat,Tana,Istoppedthere。TheMaleandFemaleIslandsIputintoforambergris。Svestra,whichisfullofmagicians——Iwasthere,too。MadagascarandZanzibar,wheretheyliveoncamelflesh,Iwasthere。AndfromZanzibarIcamenorthtoAbyssinia,becauseIhadtogetanostrichtherefortheKingofSiam。AndtherewasaletterandaparcelfortheSultanofEgypt。SoIwenttoCairo。Ihadamonthonmyhands,soIthoughtI’drunoverandseeVenice,becauseit’sahobbyofmine,youmightsay,toseetheworld。 \"Nowletmereckon。Fourandthreemakesseven,andfourmoreareeleven,andsixareseventeen,andletussayninewiththat,andyouhavetwenty-six。AndthemonthI’mforgettngontherocksofAdenistwenty-seven,andaweekhereandaweekthereforbadwindsandsuchlike。Itwouldbesafetoputthatatthreemonths。Soit’stwoyearsandahalfsinceIleftChina。\" \"Younever,\"saysyoungMarco,\"metanybodyinChinabythenameofPolo?\" \"Poh-lo?Poh-lo?China’sabiggerplacenoryouwouldimagine,laddie。There’shalfahundredmillionpeoplethere。\" \"Thesewereforeigners,\"Marcoexplained,\"traders。TheywereatthecourtofthegreatKhan。\" \"Polo?Polo?Well,now,IthinkI’veheardofthem。Wasoneofthemabigred-beardedmanwithagreateyeforahorseandagreateyeforawoman?\" \"ThatwouldbemyUncleMatthew。\" \"ForGod’ssake!Andwastheotheracold,darkman,agoodjudgeofajewelandagrandjudgeofasword?\" \"Myfather,NicholasPolo。\" \"ForGod’ssake!You’rethesonofoneandthenephewoftheother?\" \"Didyouknowthem?\" \"Ah,laddie,howwouldIbeknowingpeoplelikethat!Sure,they’regreatfolks,highintheesteemofthegrandKhan,andI’monlyapoorsailorman。\" \"Butyouheardofthem。\" \"Iheardofthem。Theywereingoodhealth。AndIheardtheywereontheirwayhome,thoughtheywouldtraveloverlandandnotriskthegreatdangersofthesea。Isuppose,iftheygobacktoChina,you’llbegoingwiththem?\" \"Idon’tknow,\"saysMarcoPolo。 \"YououghttoseeChina。It’sagreatcountry,abeautifulcountry。\" \"Itwouldhavetobeverygreatandbeautiful,\"saysMarcoPolo,\"toout-weighthegreatnessandthebeautythatarehere。Youmustn’tthinkI’mrunningdownyourcountry,mister,\"sayshe;\"butforgreatness,whereisthebeatingofVeniceinthisday?WhatstruckConstantinoplelikeathunderboltbutthemailedhandofVenice? WhentheBarbarycorsairsroamedthesevenseas,sothatitwasnomoresafeforamerchantvesseltobesailingthanforababetobewalkingthroughawildjungle,itwasVenicewhoacceptedthechallengeandmadethegreatseaaspeacefulastheGrandCanal。WhohumbledproudGenoa?AndhurledtheSaracenfromSaintJohnofAcre’swalls? Venice。Andasformagnificence,theretinueofourdogewhenhegoestomarrytheseawitharingitmakesthecourtofLorenzoseemlikeahuckster’strain。\" \"Itisacrowningcity。\" \"Andasforbeauty,sir,\"wentonMarcoPolo,\"thereisnothingintheworldlikeSanMarco’s,anditablazeinthesettingsun,andthegreatpillarsbeforeitrisingintonguesofflame。AndwasthereeverinalltimeanythingliketheGrandCanalattheduskofday,andthetorchesbeginningtoshowlikefireflies,andthelapofthewater,andstringedmusic,andthegreatbargesgoingbylikeswans,nowabattle-hackedcaptainofwar,nowagreatgraciouslady?Andthemoondoesberising…… \"You’vesailedallthewayfromChinaandseenstrangeandbeautifulthings,butIrememberonesummer’sday,whenItookoutmylittlesailing-boatandwentoutonthewatertocomposeapoemforalady,andthewaterwasblue——oh,asblueasthesky’sself,andthesandsoftheLidoweresilver,andthewatershuffledgentlyoverthem,asgentlyasachild’slittlefeet。Andtherewasaclumpofolive-treestheresogreenastobeblack,andtherealightedbeforeitagreatscarletEgyptianbird。Andthebeautyofthatbroughtthetearstomyeyes,sothatIthoughtofnunsintheircellsandbarefootfriarsinthehollowlands,andtheystrivingforparadise。WhatdidIcareaboutparadise?AVenetianI。SowhyshouldIwanttogotoChina?\" \"YouhavemadeagreatcaseforthegrandeurandbeautyofVenice,\" saysthesea-captain。\"Itislovely,surely,\"sayshe,fillinghispipe;\"butfinerpoetsnoryou,mylad,\"sayshe,lightingit,\"havetriedtodescribethegraceandbeautyofTao-Tuen,and,\"sayshetakingadraw,\"havefailed。\" \"Tao-Tuenisabeautifulname。Itisliketwonotespluckedonaharp。Anditmustbeawonderfulplace,surely,ifgreatpoetscannotdescribeit。\" \"Itisnotaplace,\"saidthecaptain,\"it’sagirl。\" \"Asforwomen,Venice——\" \"Venicebedamned!\"saidthesea-captain。\"NotinVenice,notinalltheworld,istherethelikeforgraceorbeautyofTao-Tuen。 TheycallherGoldenBells,\"hesays。 \"Issheadancing-girl?\"Marcoasked。 \"Sheisnotadancing-girl,\"saysthesea-captain,\"sheisthedaughterofKubla,thegreatKhan。\" \"Acoldandbeautifulprincess,\"saysMarcoPolo。 \"Sheisnotacoldandbeautifulprincess,\"saysthesea-captain。 \"SheiswarmasthesuninearlyJune,andshemaybebeautifulandaprincess,butweallthinkofherasGoldenBells,thelittlegirlintheChinesegarden。\" \"Didyoueverseeher?\"saysMarco,eagerly。\"Tellme。\" \"IsawherbeforeIleft,\"saysthesea-captain。\"IwasattheKhan’spalaceofChagannor,\"sayshe,\"seeingofthechiefofthestewardswasthereanythingIcouldgetforhim,andIinforeignparts。AndasIwasbeingrowedbackalongtheriverbymytenbrawnysailormen,whatdidIpassbutthegardenofGoldenBells。 \"Andthereshewasbytheriver-side,alittlebrownslipofagirlingreencoatandtrousers,withaflowerinherdarkhair。 \"AndIlowermyheadinreverenceaswepassby。ButIhearherlow,merryvoice,byreasonofwhichtheycallherGoldenBells。 \"’Ho,masterofthevessel。’shecalls。’Wheredoyougo?’ \"Andthesailorsbackwaterwithaswish,andIstanduprespectfully,forallsheisonlyaslipofagirl。 \"’Igotoforeignparts,GoldenBells,’Itellher;’tofaranddangerousplaces,intotheIndianOcean。TotheIslandofUnicornsandtothelandwheremeneatmen。’ \"’Ihopeyoucomebacksafe,masterofthevessel,’shesays。’Ihopeyouhaveagoodvoyageandcomebacksafe。Itmustbeadreadfulstrainonyourpeopletothinkofyousofaraway。’ \"’Inallthiswideland,’Itellher,’thereisnonetoworryaboutme。Ihaveneitherchicknorchild。’ \"’GoldenBellswillworryaboutyou,then,’shesaid,’andyouinthehazardsofthesea。Andtakethisflowerforluck。’Andshegavemetheflowerfromherhair。’Andletitbringyouluckagainsttheangeroftheoceanandtheenemiesallmenhave。Andletmeknowwhenyouareback,becauseI’llbeworriedaboutamanofChinaandhimindangerontheopensea。’ \"Andwasn’tthatawonderfulthingfromadaughterofKublatome,apoorsailor-man? \"ThesonoftheKingofSiamcametowooherwithahundredprincesonahundredelephants,butshewouldn’thavehim。’Idon’twishtobeaqueen,’shetoldherfather。’HowcouldIbeaqueen?IamonlyGoldenBells。’NorwouldshehaveanythingtosaytothePrinceoftheLandofDarkness,whocametoherwithseaivoryandpaleArcticgold。’ThesunofChinaisinmyheart,andyouwouldn’thavemegoupintothegreatcoldnesstoshiveranddie?’ \"SosheremainsinhergardenbythelakeofCraneswithLiPo,thegreatpoet,himtheycalltheDrinkerofWine,tomakesongsforher;andtheSANANGTungChih,thegreatmagician,toperformwondersforherwhensheiswearied;andBulagan,hernurse,totakehertoherheartwhensheissad。 \"Andsadsheisalotofthetime,theytellme。Shesitsinhergardeninthedusk,playingherlute,andsingingthesongoftheWillowbranches,whichisthesaddestlove-songintheworld…… \"Andwhysheshouldbesingingasadlove-song,isamystery,forhersoft,brownbeautyisthefloweroftheworld。Fortherewouldbenolackofsuitorsforher,norisshetheonetorefuselove。 TheonlythingImakeofitisthattherighthourhasn’tcome。 \"ThebeautyofVenicejumpstoyoureyes,butthebeautyofthispullsatyourheart。LittlebrownGoldenBells,inherChinesegarden,singingthesongoftheWillowBranchesatthecloseofday……IsthatnotbetternorVenice?\" ButhegotnowordoutofMarcoPolo,sittingwithhischincuppedinhishands。Andthatwasthefinestansweratall,atall…… CHAPTERV Thetimeswentby,andMarcoPolobusiedhimselfwithhisdailyaffairs,keepingtrackofthegalleasseswithmerchandisetostrangefar-awayports,buyingpresentsforrefractorygovernorswhodidn’tcareforforeigntradeintheirdomains,gettingwisdomfromtheoldclerks,andknowledgefromthemariners;inthemain,actingasthesonofagreathousewhiletheheadsofitwereaway。 Youwouldthinkthathewouldhaveforgottenwhatthesea-captainofChinatoldhimaboutGoldenBells,whatwithworkandsportandotherwomennearhim。Youwouldthinkthatwoulddropoutofhismemorylikeanoldrime。Butitstuckthere,asanoldrimesometimessticks,andbydintofthinkinghehadherfastnowinhismind——sofast,soclear,sofulloflife,thatshemightbesomeonehehadseenanhouragoorwasgoingtoseeanhourfromnow。Hewouldthinkofthenowmerry,nowsadeyesofher,andthesoft,sweetvoiceofherbyreasonofwhichtheycalledherGoldenBells,andtheduskylittleface,andthehairlikeblacksilk,andthesplotchoftheredflowerinit。Shewasasdistincttohimasthefivefingersonhishand。Itwasn’tonlyshewasclearinhismind’seye,butshewasinsideofhim,closerthanhisheart。Shewastherewhenthesunrose,sohewouldbesaying,\"It’sagranddayisinitsurely,GoldenBells。\"Shewasthereinthedimcountinghouseandhegoingoverinthegreatintricateledgerstheclerksdobepostingcarefullywithquillsofthegraygoose,sothathewouldbesaying:\"Iwonderwherethisisandthatis。SureIhadmyfingeronitonlyamomentago,GoldenBells。\"Andwhentheduskwasfalling,andthebatscameout,andthequietofChristwasovereverything,andtheswallowsflewlowonthegreatcanals,shewouldbebesidehim,andneverawordwouldhesaytoher,soneartohimwouldshebe。 Andshewroughtstrangenessbetweenhimandthewomenheknew,thegreatgraveladywiththelarge,palemouth,herthatwasofhismind,andthelittleblackcloak-makerwiththeeager,redmouth,herthatwascloserthanmindorhearttohim。Sothatthefirstfoundfaultwithhispoetry。 \"Idon’tknowwhat’scomeoveryou,MarcoPolo,\"——andtherewasatouchoftemperinhervoice,——\"butthesepoemsofyoursshowmeyouhaven’tyourmindonyoursubject。WouldyoumindtellingmewhenIhadboundblackhair?\"shesays。\"Andyousaymybosomisliketwolittlerussetapples。Now,aregularpoetoncecomparedittotwogreatsilvercups,andthatwasagoodcomparison,thoughintruth,\"shesays,\"heknewaslittleaboutitasyou。AndmyhandsarenotlikesoftEasternflowers。They’relikelilies。Idon’tknowwhereyoudobegettingtheseEasterncomparisons,\"shesays。 \"ButIdon’tlikethem。Tellme,prettyboy,\"——shelookssuspicious,——\"youhaven’tbeentakinganyofthestrangeEgyptiandrugsthedarkpeopledobesellinginthedimshopsonthequietcanals?Lookout,prettyboy!Lookout!\" Andthelittlecloak-makergrumbledwhenhewasgone。\"Idon’tknowwhat’swrongwithhim,\"saysshe。\"Ormaybeit’ssomethingthat’swrongwithmyself,butthisdelicateloveisn’tallit’scrackeduptobe。It’sallrightinbooks,\"shesays,\"andit’sagrandsight,andtheplayersdoingit;butIlikeahug,\"shesays,\"wouldputthebreathoutofyou,andakiss,\"shesays,\"youcouldfeelinthesolesofyourfeet。\"Andshelayawakeandgrumbled。 \"Lethimbetakinghisla-di-dacourtingtothoseasfavorit,\" saysshe。\"It’snotmykind,\"andshegrumbledthroughthelonelynight。\"Iwonderwheremyhusbandisnow,\"shesaid。\"Andwasn’tIthefoolishgirltobesendinghimoff!Sure,hedranklikeafishandbeatmesomethingcruel,buthewasararelover,andthemoodonhim。Sure,awomanneverknowswhenshe’swelloff,\" saysshe。 AndMarcoPolodidn’tmissthemanymorenoryou’dmissanoldovercoatandthewinterpast。AllhismindwasonwastheGoldenBellsofChina。Andhethoughtlonguntilhisuncleandfathercame,sothathecouldbeoffwiththemtothestrangeChineseland。 \"Butthere’snousetomegoingthere,\"sayshe。\"Icouldn’tmarryher。Shewouldlaughatme,\"hesays。\"She,whorefusedthesonoftheKingofSiam,withhishundredprincesonahundredelephants,whatusewouldshehaveforme,who’snobetternorapeddlerwithhispack?Butitwouldbeworthwalkingtheworldbarefootfortoseethatlittlegoldenface,tohearthelow,sweetvoicetheycallGoldenBells。\" Theycamebackinduetime,hisuncleMatthew,thered,hairyman,andhisfather,thethin,darkman,whoknewpreciousstones。 AndhetoldthemhewantedtogowiththemwhentheymadetheirnextexpeditiontoChina。 \"Wecouldbeusingyou,afteryourtrainingintrade,\"saysthefather。ButMarcoPolowouldtakenointerestinbarter。\"Sure,you’dbettercomealong,\"sayshisuncleMatthew。\"There’sgreatsporttobehadontheroad,kissingandcourtingtheforeignwomenandnotawordoflanguagebetweenyou,barringasmileandalaugh。\" \"Ihavenointerestintheforeignwomen,UncleMatthew。\" \"Thenit’sthehorsesyou’vebeenhearingabout,thefineArabhorsesfasternorthewind,andthelittlePersianponiestheydobeplayingpoloon,andthegrandTatarhuntersthatcanjumptheheighthofaman,andtheysure-footedasagoat。Ah,thehorses,thebonnyhorses!\" \"Ah,sure,UncleMatthew,’tislittleIknowofhorses。Sure,Iknowallaboutboats,racingandtradeandwarboats,butahorseisnotkintome。\" \"Thenwhatthehell’stheuseofyourgoingtoChina?\" \"Ah,sure,that’sthequestionI’maskingmyself,UncleMatthew。 ButIhavetogo。Idoso。Thereissomethingcallingme,UncleMatthew——abellinmyear,father’sbrother,andthere’saringingbellinmyheart。\" CHAPTERVI IshallnowtellyouhowitcameaboutthatMarcoPolowenttoChinawithhisuncleandfather,thoughhehadnoeyeforabargain,orinterestincourtingforeignwomen,orsenseofhorses。 Now,asyoumayknow,thiswasagreatreligioustime。TheCrusaders,feelingshamethattheSepulchreoftheLordJesusshouldbeinSaracenhands,hadcomewithhorse,footandartillerytoPalestinetogivetributeofarmstoHimwhohaddiedforthemontheBitterTree。 Andgreatfeatswereperformedandgrandbattleswon。Andkingsbecamesaints,likeLouisofFrance,andsaintsbecamekings,likeBaldwinofConstantinople。Mightywonderswereseenandmiraclesperformed,sothatpeoplesaid,\"NowwillbethesecondcomingofChristandtheendoftheworld。\" AndagreatdesirecameontheChristianpeopletotellthetruthofChristtothestrangeandforeignpeoplesoftheworld。SothateverydayoutofJerusalemyouwouldseefriarshittingtheroad,someofthemtoconfrontthewizardsoftheLandofDarkness,andsometoarguetheologywiththeoldlamasofTibet,andsometoconvertthesunnySouthernislands,wheretheyoungwomendobelettingdowntheirhairandthemendobeforgettingGodforthem。 Andallovertheworldtherewasspreadingagreatrumorthatthetruthofallthingswasatlastknown。 EvenKublaKhanhadheardofitfaroffinChina,andhehadchargedtheuncleandfatherofMarcowithamessagetothePopeofRome。 Letthepopebesendingsometheologianstohiscourt,andthey’darguethematterout;andifhewassatisfiedthatthisnewreligionwastheTrueReligion,thenhe’dturnChristianandtellhispeopletoturnChristian,too。AndletthembebringingbacksomeoftheOiloftheLampwhichburnsintheHolySepulchreatJerusalemandisacureforalltheillsintheworld。 AndwhentheycametotheCityofAcre,surethepopewasdead。 Andtheywaitedalongtime,butnonewpopewaschosen,sotheydecidedtogoback,becausetheyhadagoodbusinessthere,andtheydidn’twanttoloseit。Andyettheyknewthere’dbetroublewiththeGrandKhan,iftheydidn’tbringbackthenewsoftheTrueReligionandpeopletoargueit。 \"I’vebeenalongtimetrading,\"saysNicolo,andit’saqueerthing,butthemoretradingyoudo,thelessreligionyouhave。Thearguingofreligionwouldnotcomeeasytome。AndI’dbeupagainstexperts。 I’mnotthemanforit,\"sayshe。\"Howaboutyou,Matthew?\" \"Oh,sure,they’dneverlistentome,\"Matthewlaughs——\"methat’sdrankwiththem,anddeludheredtheirwomen,andgambleduntilI leftthemnothingbutthesweatoftheirbrows。I’dbeagreatonetopreachreligiontothem。Why,man,they’dlaughatme。ButI tellyouwhat,Nicolas。There’sabishopinNegropont,andIknowwherehelives,andIknowhishouseandeverything。Whatdoyousay,Nicolas?We’lljustthrowabagoverhisheadandtiehimonahorse。Oh,sure,he’dgivegranddiscoursestotheGreatKhan!\" \"Havesense,Matthew;havesense。You’realwaystoorough;alwaysreadytoendanargumentwithaknife,orjustliftwhatyouwant。 Havesense,man;youcan’tkidnapabishoplikeyou’dkidnapawoman。 \"Well,Idon’tseewhynot,\"saysMatthew。\"Itwouldbeeasier,too,becauseawomanwillscratchlikeawildcat。Butifyou’resetagainstit,Iwon’tdoit,\"hesays。\"Well,then,howaboutyoungMarco?\" \"MysoundmanMatthew!Mybullyfellow!Sureyouwereneveratalossyet!YoungMarcoitis;sure,’tistheelegantidea。There’snotamanbornofwomanbetterforthejob。\" Now,alltheChristianworldhadgonereligious,andyoungMarcowasnoexception;for’tisnotonlytheoldthatarereligious。 Theyoungare,too;butthere’sadifference。Thereligionofoldmenisreasonandtranslation;thereligionoftheyoungisjustaburningcloud。TheTragedyoftheBitterTreeisnotasymboltothem,butareality,andtheirtearsarenotofthespirit,butofthebody,too。 Andtherearenohalf-wayhouses,nocompromises,inayoungman’screed。It’sswallowall,orbedamnedtoyou。It’sbelieveorbelost。 AndthinkingoverthelittlegirlintheChinesegarden,therehadcomeintoMarco’sheart,athoughtpastenduring。IflittleGoldenBellsdidnotbelieve,thenlittleGoldenBellswaslost。Shemighthaveeverythinginthisworld,inthislife,anemperorforafather,kingsforsuitors,agreatpoetforaminstrel,awizardforanentertainer;butoncethelittleblueshadowleftherbody,shewaslostforever。AndthesightcametohimoflittleGoldenBellsgoingdownthedimandlonelyalleysofdeath,andweeping,weeping,weeping……Hereyeswouldbeshotwithpanic,andthelittlemouthtwisted,andthelittlefloweryhandstwitchingateachother。Anditwouldbecoldthereforherwhowassowarm,anditwouldbedarkthereforherwholovedlight,andtheGoldenBellsofhervoicewouldbelostinthewhistlingandclangingofthestarsastheyswungbyintheirorbits。Hetobeinthegreatdelightofparadise,andshetobeintheblue-graymazebetweentheworlds——whattragedy! Kingsmightbringherpresents,ahusbandmightbringherhappiness; butifhecouldonlybringhersalvation!IfhecouldonlytellheroftheBitterTree! Thebody,whenyoucametothinkofit,matteredlittle。Allthebeautyintheworldcouldnotenduremorethanitsappointedspan。 Helenwasdustnow,andDeirdrenothing。WhathadbecomeofthebeautyofSemiramis,Alexander’sdarling;andCleopatra,wholovedthegreatproconsul;andBathsheba,forwhomDavidofthePsalmsfellfromgrace?AndBalkis,queenofSheba,withherapes,ivory,andpeacocks?Dustandashes,dustandashes!AndScheherazadewasbutastrange,sadsound。Beautyincreasedandwanedlikethemoon。 Alittleshadowaroundtheeyes,alittlecrinkleintheneck,thebacksofthehandsstiffeninglikeparchment。Dustandashes,dustandashes! ButthelittleblueshadowwouldglowlikeanEastermorning。 Oritwouldbeapoor,lonely,unlitshadowinthecoldgloomoftheclangingworlds。 PoorGoldenBells!PoorlittleweepingGoldenBells!IfhecouldonlytellherabouttheBitterTree! AndthenwhathappensbuthisuncleMatthewclapshimontheback,\"HowwouldyouliketogotoChina,MarcoMarkeen,\"sayshe,\"andpreachreligiontothebenightedpeople!\" \"Howdidyouknow,UncleMatthew?\" \"HowdidIknowwhat?\" \"ThatIwantedtogotoChinaandpreachreligiontothe——thepeople!\" \"Well,ifthatdoesn’tbeatBanagher,\"saysMatthewPolo,\"andBanagherbeatsthedevil!Tellme,didyoueverhearanoldtunecalled’BundleandGo!’?\" Andsothethreeofthemleaveupontheirjourney,butatLayas,wheretheKingofArmeniahadhiscastle,theyheardoftheelectionofanewpope,sotheycamebacktoAcretogethisinstructionsandblessing。 CHAPTERVII Thepopesaidagrandmassforthem,andatthegospelheentersthepulpit,aburlyfigureofamanwithsadeyes。 \"TheblessingoftheFatherandtheSonandtheHolyGhostbewithyouandaboutyou,Amen。 \"Itisnottoyou,NicoloPolo,thatIwishtospeak,nortoyou,MatthewPolo,forneitherofyouaremyambassadorstotheGreatKhan。 Merchantandsportsmen,Ihonoryou,andyouhavemyblessing,butyouhavenohopesofmine。Thedirtydiversionsoftheworldarebetweenyoureyesandglory,\"saidhe。\"It’sonlymyself,anoldandsorrowfulman,andthischild,ayoungandhopefulone,canunderstand;oldmenhavingsightofvisions,andyoungmendreamingdreams…… \"NowinthematterofconvertingtheGreatKhanandhisnumerousmillions,firstletwisdomspeak。Ihavelittlehopes。Hewantstobearguedintoit,yousee。Religionisnotamatterofargument。 Itisawisdomthatsurpasseswisdom。Itdriftsinmen’ssoulsasthefoggydewcomesunbiddentothetrees。Itisbornbeforeoursoul,asthehornedmoonisbornbeforeoureyes。 \"Andnow,mychild,youmightsay,’WhatistheuseofsendingmetoChinaifheknowsIcannotbringthesemillionsintothefold? Mydearson,thereisthewisdomsurpassingwisdom。Agreatandnoblethoughtmustnotdie。Thingsofthespiritwecannotreckonasahusband-manreckonshiscrops。ThereisafolkonthemarchesofEurope,andtheyareevergoingintobattle,andtheyalwaysfall。 Theirresultsarenothing。Buttheirnameandtheirglorywillendureforever…… \"Mydearson,Godhasputwisdominmyheadandbeautyintoyours。 Wisdomisneededforthegovernanceofthisworld,butbeautyisneededforitsexistence。Inariddesertsthereisnolife。Birdsdonotsinginthedarkofnight。Showmeawastecountry,andI’llshowyouabrutalpeople。Nofaithcanlivethatisnotbeautiful…… \"ThebeautyGodhasputinyourheart,child,youmustalwayskeep……HowmuchIthinkofitI’lltellyou。I’manoldmannow,anoldandbrokenman,andinafewyearsI’llstandbeforemyMaster。 \"’Whathaveyouseenonmyearth,’He’llaskme,’youwhofollowedSt。Peter!’ \"’Lord!Lord!’I’lltellHim,’I’veseenmightythings。I’veseenthebridegroomleavehisbrideandthekinghiskingdom,thehucksterleavehisbooth,andthereaperdrophishook,thattheymightrescueYourHolySepulchrefrompaganhands。’ \"’Andanythingelse?’He’llask。 \"’AndI’veseenayoungmangooutintothedesertandoverhisheadwasastar……’ \"Youmaythinkyouhavefailed,child,butrememberthatinthecomingtimesyournameandfamewillawakenbeauty,andmany’sthetraveleronthehardroadwillfindhiscourageagain,andhethinkingofMarcoPolo。Andmany’stheyoungmanwilldreamdreams,andmany’stheoldmanwillseevisions,andtheyreadingthebookbythegoldencandle-light;andmany’stheyounggirlwillgiveyoulove,andyoudeadforcenturies。Butforthisyoumustkeepyourdream。 \"Nowyou’llthinkit’sthequeerpopeIamtobetellingyouthingslikethisinsteadofdemandingconverts。ButthewisdomthatsurpasseswisdomcomestoyouwiththeAnnointingoftheOil。’IknewamaninChristabovefourteenyearsago,’writesSaintPaul,’(whetherinthebodyIcannottell,orwhetheroutofthebodyIcannottell。Godknoweth。) \"’Howthathewascaughtupintoparadise,andheardunspeakablewords,whichisnotlawfulforamantoutter。’ \"Nowyouseethereisawisdomsurpassingwisdom,anditisoutofthisfountofwisdomIamdrawingwhenIspeaktoyouthesewords。 \"Child,Iwillnotkeepyouanylonger。Onlytosaythis,andthisisthechiefestthing:neverletyourdreambetakenfromyou。 Keepitunspottedfromtheworld。Indarknessandintribulationitwillgowithyouasafriend;butinwealthandpowerholdfasttoit,forthenisdanger。Letnotthemistsoftheworld,thegaydiversions,thelittletrifles,drawyoufromglory。 \"Remember! \"SioblitusfuerotuiJerusalem,——IfIforgetthee,OJerusalem,—— \"Oblivionideturdexteramea,——letmyrighthandforgethercunning—— \"Adhaereatlinguameafaucibusmeis,sinonmeminerotui,——ifIdonotrememberthee,letmytonguecleavetotheroofofmymouth—— \"SinonproposueroJerusalem,inprincipislaetitiaemeae,——IfI prefernotJerusalemabovemychiefjoy。 \"IshallnowsendaprayertoHeaven,\"hesaid,\"tokeepyousafeinthestrangeforeignways,toprotectyouagainstwindandtempest,againstpestilenceandsuddendeath,againstthepowersofdarkness,andHimwhogoesupanddowntheworldfortheruinofsouls。\" Andheturnedtothehighaltaragain,andnowyou’dhearhisvoiceloudandpowerful,andnowlowandsecret,andthebellstruck,andtheacolyteintonedtheresponses,andallofasuddenheturnedandspreadforthhishands。 \"Ite!Letyougonow。Missaest。\" CHAPTERVIII Andsotheysetforthwiththeirgreattrainofred,snarlingcamelsandlittlepatientdonkeysandslender,nervoushorsestowardtherisingsun。BehindthemthegreenhillsofPalestinediedoutasarainbowdiesout,andnowtherewassandbeforethemandnowbleakmountains,andbydaythewindwasswiftandhotandbynightitwasblackandcold。Andmoonswerebornanddied…… AndtheypassedthroughthelandoftheKingofArmenia,andtheypassedArarat,themountainwhereNoahbroughthisarktoanchor,andwhereitstillis,andwhereitcanbeseenstill,butcannotbereached,socoldandhighandterribleisthatmountain。 AndtheypassedruinedBabel,thatwasbuiltofNimrod,thefirstkingoftheworld,andnowisdesolation。Theypasseditonawaningmoon。Andoutoftheruinsthedragonscameandhissedatthem,andstrange,obscenebirdsflappedtheirwingsintheairandcawedandpeckedatthem,andoverthedesertthesatyrcalleduntohermate…… AndtheypassedthroughtheKingdomofGeorgia,whosekingsarebornwiththemarkofaneagleontheirrightshoulder。TheypassedthroughPersia,wherethemagiciansworshipfire。AndtheypassedthroughthecityofSaba,wheresleepthethreemagiwhocametoworshipatBethlehem,andtheirnameswereKaspar,Balthlasar,andMelchior。 AndtheypassedthroughCamadi,wheregreatruinsareandrobbersroamthroughthemagicaldarkness。AndtheypassednorthwardofthePerilousValley,wheretheDevil’sHeadisinblackstone,andthatisoneofthenineentrancestohell;andpassedtheValleyoftheCockadrills,wherethereareserpentsfivefathomsinlength; andpassedtheValleyofCruelWomen,whohavepreciousstonesinplaceofeyes…… AndtheywentthroughtheDismalDesert,wherenostreamsang…… AndinthedeserttheypassedtheTreesoftheSunandMoon,whichspeakwiththevoicesofmen。AnditwasfromtheSpeakingTreethatAlexanderheardofhisdeath。AnditwasneartherethatheandDariusfought。AndtheypassedtheArbreSec,theDryTree,whichhasagreenbarkononesideandwhiteontheother,andtherearenotreeswithinahundredmilesofthattree,anditissprungfromthestaffofAdam。 AndtheypassedthroughBalkh,theMotherofCities。AndtheypassedthroughTailian,wherethegreatsaltmountainsare。AndtheypassedthroughBadashan,wherethemountainsoftherubiesare。 AndtheypassedthroughKashmir,whosewomenareverybeautiful,andwhosemagiciansweavethestrongestspellsintheworld…… Andmoonswerebornanddied…… AndtheycametoAlamoot,thefortessofSenexdeMonte,theOldManoftheMountain,theKingoftheAssassins,thegreatestwizardofalltime…… NowthisisthetaleoftheOldMantheMountain。