Saronia Part 9

'Hail, fellow voyager! How didst thou like the mighty gathering of all that is power, truth, and loveliness in Ephesus?'

Then replied he:

'The kingly power and loveliness pa.s.sed by in yonder show, but the truth was not there.'

'How sayest thou this, friend? Art thou not a wors.h.i.+pper of our great G.o.ddess Diana?'

'No.'

'What, then, dost thou wors.h.i.+p?'

'I wors.h.i.+p G.o.d.'

'And canst thou not wors.h.i.+p G.o.d and adore her?'

'No.'

'Why?'

'Because G.o.d is a spirit and demands spiritual wors.h.i.+p. He is a jealous G.o.d, and will have no other G.o.ds before Him.'

'Now, pray tell me,' said Chios, 'why of necessity should we wors.h.i.+p your Deity? In what particular does He differ from Diana? She also is a great spirit. Why multiply G.o.ds and wors.h.i.+p another?'

'Listen, young man. There is but one eternal past and future, and one Eternal G.o.d only can reign. There is no division of eternal power; so infinite is He, the universe is but a point compared to Him. He dwells above, below, beyond it. No man can follow His presence into the unfathomable abyss, no princely spirit could wing its way to find Him out. Ye wors.h.i.+p ye know not what. You have set up the symbols of nature and named it deity. There is no G.o.d behind those symbols to answer when you call. You answer yourselves--believe a lie; custom gilds it as a truth.'

'Thou speakest strongly, good man. Dost thou bring proof of thy teachings?'

'My proof is within me: communion with the Spirit of my G.o.d. He speaks to me, believe it who may; it is sufficient for me.'

'But what if thou hast lulled thyself into a sweet calm, a calm born of content, wors.h.i.+pping a spiritual ideal? May it not be thus?'

'No.'

'How shall I know that what thou sayest is true?'

'By wors.h.i.+pping my G.o.d.'

'And what will follow?'

'The same conscious calm and communion, and thou shalt be the judge.'

'Tell me more of Him. Does He work by love or command?'

'Both. Those who serve Him find His commands encircled with love. He commands as a father for the good of his children. He is our Father, created our being; as when He said, "Let there be light," and the light flashed through the darkness.'

'What is the name of thy sect?'

'Christian.'

'Ah well, I have heard much of them, and desire to hear of their creed.

Now I remember--yes, I remember the Father. Is there not wrapped up in the mysteries some teaching respecting a Son?'

'Yes, that is true--the Christ. He was slain by Pilate of Judea. Hast thou not heard of it?'

'Yes, I have heard as thou sayest; but I must confess I know little or nothing of the mysteries which surround thy faith.'

'Wouldst thou know?'

'I would.'

'Then thou shalt; but not now. This is not a place to expound the hidden things of G.o.d; moreover, if seen with me, evil may befall thee. Go now thy way. Let my prayers go with thee. We shall meet again. I will send for thee.'

'Thou mayest not find me.'

'I shall, fear not. I am not a magician, but my spirit is in sympathy with thine; we cannot travel far asunder without thou break the bond of union.'

'Dost understand Ephesian magic?'

'Yea, I understand, but practise not. Ere long it shall be shaken to its very roots.'

'Thou speakest as one with authority.'

'I do. Go in peace, and forget not the aged man who promises to reveal the truth to thee. Farewell!'

And as the stranger moved slowly away with downcast head and thoughtful mien, Chios felt as if a thick darkness surrounded him. Even Saronia faded from his mind before the burning words of that man. Chios perceived that the new teacher possessed immense spiritual and intellectual power, and felt his own weakness. He knew the sayings he had heard were but the outriders of a mighty army; that, in fact, this man had treated him as if he were a child. Who could he be? And whence came the great storehouse of wisdom which lay behind that impressive brow? From whence came the influence with which he spoke? His voice was low, but every word struck home and flashed forth strong conviction. Was he a G.o.d in disguise? Was he one of the G.o.ds come down to witness the festivities of the great G.o.ddess Diana?

'No, no; I believe not those vain imaginings. I will wait and wish for the time to meet again this great spirit. I will sit at his feet and learn, and perchance receive light and perhaps rest. Certainly I require it. Creed of my own I have not, or believe not what I have. Saronia's love can never be mine. Truth and love I must obtain. Truth this man offers me, and a promise of love from the G.o.d of Love. If thus it comes to pa.s.s, I will live well and move onward to the great Dream City, and stand upon the diamond floorway which leads to the altar steps of the Father G.o.d.'

By this time the great procession had moved around the south of Mount Pion, and was returning towards the Temple by way of the Serapion.

Slowly it went with majestic tread, pa.s.sing by the harbour, and sailors on the s.h.i.+ps bowed down in lowly adoration.

CHAPTER XIII

CHIOS THE GREEK

Day after day pa.s.sed in festive manner until half the Month of Joy had sped, still Chios had not heard from the wise man. Where was he? Had he forgotten his promise? Was it all a dream? or was it, as he thought, a visitation from heaven, one of the G.o.ds on earth? Neither. He was confident he had met a human being, a man more powerful than any he had ever met before. There was but one other spirit like him, and that one dwelt in the form of a woman, and her name was Saronia.

To Chios both spirits appeared of the highest order, showing different phases, both giants in their faiths; one he loved, the other he somewhat feared, for he knew not what that strange man would tell to him, and Chios was like a s.h.i.+p on the stormy seas, tossed to and fro without sail or rudder to guide him. So he said, 'I will go to the Temple; there is wors.h.i.+p at this hour.' As he moved slowly onwards Saronia pa.s.sed him.

Their eyes met, but she dared not speak.

The Greek felt all the old love revive the moment he beheld the beautiful girl. Moreover, he thought he read on her face the blush of a hidden love. What should he do? To go now to the Temple where she had entered would be useless, for his thoughts, his mind, his whole soul had gone out again to her, and he could wors.h.i.+p no other deity, even were d.a.m.nation the penalty. He would return to his studio, to his work on his great picture--the picture of his love, of the one being who haunted his life, of Saronia as High Priestess of Diana.