World's Desire | Andrew Lang, H. Rider Haggard | Action & Adventure Fiction | Soundbook | 3/6



book 2 chapter 2 of the world's desire this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by marcel d ward the soul expands calm the world's desire by H rider Haggard chapter 2 the night of dread the feast dragged slowly on for fear was of the company the men and women were silent and when they drank It was as if one had poured a little oil when I died in fire life flamed up in them for a moment their laughter came like the crackling of thorns and then and they were silent again meanwhile the wanderer drank looking waiting to see what should come but the Queen was watching him whom already her heart desired and she only of all the company had pleasure in this banquet suddenly a side door open behind the guys there was a stir in the hall each guest turning his head fearfully for all expected some evil tidings but it was only the interests of those who bear about in the feasts of Egypt an effigy of the dead the likeness of a mummy carved in wood and who cry drink o King and be glad thou shalt soon be even as he drink and be glad the stiff suave figure with his folded hands and gilded face was brought before the Pharaoh and Menemsha who had said long in sullen brooding silence started when he looked on it then he broke into an angry laugh we have little need of thee tonight he cried as he saluted the symbol of Osiris death is near enough we warn not thy silent preaching death the sneer he fell back in his guilty chair and let the cup drop from his hand gnawing at his beard art thou a man spoke Maruyama in a low clear voice are you Manning yet afraid of what comes along is it only tonight that we first hear in the name of death remember the great man Cara remember the old Pharaoh who built the Pyramid of her he was just and kind and he feared the gods and for his reward they showed him death coming on him in six short years did he scowl and tremble like all of you tonight who are scared by the threats of slaves nay he outwitted the gods he made night and today he lived out twice his years with rebel and love and wine and the lamp lit groves of Percy trees come I guess let us be merry if it be but for an hour drink and be brave for once thou speak as well said the King drink and forget the guys who give death give wine and his angry eyes ranged through the hall to seek some occasion of mirth and scorn I wanderer he said suddenly Donal drink is not I have watch thee as the cups go round what man thou comest from the north the son of thy pale and has not heed enough to foster the vine now seem as cold and a drinker of water why would thou be cold before thine hour come pledge me in the red wine of Kim bring forth the cup of pasta he cried to them who waited bringing forth the cup of posh the King drinks then the chief Butler of Pharaoh went to the treasure house and came again bearing a huge golden cup fashioned in the form of a lion's head in holding twelve measures of wine it was an Asian Cup sacred to pashed and a gift of the red new to that meas the greatest of that name fill it full of unmixed wine cried the king dost thou grow pale at the sight of the cup that wanderer from the north I pledge the pledge thou me neighing said the launderer I have tasted wine of his Marissa before today and I have drunk with a wild host the one-eyed man eater for his heart was angered by the king and he forgot his wisdom but the Queen marked the same then pledge me in the cup a pashed quoth the king I pray thee pardon me said the wanderer for wine makes wise man foolish and strong man week and tonight methinks we shall need our wits and our strength Craven cried the king give me the bowl I drink to thy better courage wanderer and lifting the great golden cup he stood up and drank and then dropped staggering into his chair his head fallen on his breast I may not refuse a king's challenge though it is ill to contend with our hosts said the wanderer turning somewhat pale for he was an angry give me the bowl he took the cup and he'll deny then pouring a little forth to his guys he said in a clear voice for he was stirred to anger beyond his want I drink to the strange Hathor he spoke and drained the mighty cook and set it down on the board and even as he laid down the cup and as the Queen looked at him with eyes of Wrath there came from the bow beside his seat a faint shrill sound ringing and a singing of the bow a noise of running strings in the sound as of rushing arrows the warrior heard it and his eyes burned with the light of battle for you knew well that the swift shaft should soon fly to the hearts of the doomed Pharaoh awoke and heard it and heard it the lady and Mariana the Queen and she looked on the one who were astonished and looked on the bow that's sang the minstrels tale was true this is none other but the Bulova Decius the sacker of cities said Mariana hearken Dow a Paradis that great bow sings aloud how comes it that daibo sings for this cause queen said the wanderer because birds gather on the bridge of war soon shall shout speed flying and goals go down to doom some of the guards I bid thee for foes are near terror conquered the drunkenness of Pharaoh he bade the guards who stood behind his chair summon all the company they went forth and a great hush fell upon the Hall of banquets and upon those who said and meet there in the silence grew deadly still like air before the Thunder and men's hearts sank within them only Odysseus wondered have thought from the battle to be the win stuff o might come he knew not and mary amin sat erect in her ivory chair and looked down the glorious hall deeper grew the silence and deeper yet and more and more the cloud of fear gathered in the hearts of men then suddenly through all the hall there was a rush like the rush of mighty wings the deep foundations of the palace rocked into the sight a man the roof above seemed to burst asunder and low above them against the distance of the sky there swept a shape of fear and the star shone through its raiment then the root closed in again and for a moment space once more there was silence whilst men looked with white faces each on each and even the stout heart of the wanderer stood still then suddenly all down the hall from this place and from there men rose up and with one great cry fell down dead this one across the board and that one across the floor the wanderer grasps his bow and counted from among those who sat a meet twenty and one had fallen dead yet those who lived sat gazing emptily for so stricken with fear were they there scarce did each one know if it was he himself who lay dead or his brother who had sat by his side but marioman looked down the hall with cold eyes for she feared neither death nor life know God nor man and while she looked and while the wanderer counted the rose a faint murmuring sound from the city without and sound that grew and grew the thunder of myriad Pete they run before the death of kings then the doors burst asunder and a woman sped through them in her night robes in her arms she bore the naked body of a boy feral she cried Pharaoh and thou o Queen look upon thy son thy firstborn son that is thy son Oh Pharaoh dead is thy son Oh Queen in my arms he died suddenly as I load him to his rest and she laid the body of the child down on the board among the vessels of gold among the Garland's of lotus flowers and that beakers of rose red wine then fell rose in r in his purple robes and wept aloud marioman rose to and lifting the body of her son crafted to her breast and her eyes were terrible with wrath and grief but she wept not see now the curse that is this evil woman this false Hathor hath brought upon us she said but the very guests sprang up crying it is not the health of whom we worship it is not the holy hath or it is the gods of those darker pura whom thou o Queen will not let go what I had in the head of Pharaoh be it and even as they cried they murmur without grew to a shriek of woe it shrieks so wild and terrible that the palace walls rang again that shriek rose and yet a third time never was such a cry her in Egypt and now for the first time in all his days the face of the wanderer grew white with fear and in fear of heart he prayed for succor to his goddess to Aphrodite the daughter of Dion again the doors behind them burst open and the guards flocked in mighty men of many foreign lands but now their faces were one their eyes stared wide and their jaws hung down but at the sound of the clanging of their harness the strength of the wanderer came back to him again for the guys and their vengeance he feared but not the sort of man and now once more the bull sang aloud he grasped it he bent it with his mighty mean and strung it crying awake Pharaoh awake Foles drawn say be these all the men then the captain acid these be all of the guard who are left living in the palace the rest are stark smitten by the angry gods now as the captain spake one came running up the hall heeding neither the dead nor the living it was the old priest Rea the commander of the Legion of our men who had been The Wanderers guide and his looks were wild with fear Harken feral he cried I people lie dead by thousands in the streets the houses are full of dead in the temples the pitar and I'm in many of the precept fallen dead also asked how more to tell old man cried the Queen the tale has not all been told oh queen the soldiers are mad with fear and with the sight of death and slay their captains barely have I escaped from those in my command of the Legion of our men for they swear that this death has been brought upon the land because the Pharaoh would not let the appear ago Hillier then they come to slay the Pharaoh and D also o Queen and with them come many thousands of people catching up such arms has lighted their hands now Pharaoh sink down groaning but the Queen speak to the wanderer Anand I weapon saying of war the paratus now war is that the gates little I fear the rush of battle and the blows men dealing angered lady he made answer though a man may for the guys without shame o guards close up close up brown me look not so pale face now death from the gods is done with and we have but to fear the sword of men so great was his mean and so glorious his face as he cried thus and one by one drew his long arrows forth and laid them on the board that the trembling guards took heart and to the number of fifty and one ranged themselves on the edge of the dice in a double line then they also may ready their bows and loosened the arrows and their Quivers now from without that came a row of men and a nine while those of the house of Pharaoh and of the gas and Nobles whose at the feast and yet lived fled behind the soldiers the brazen doors were burst in with mighty blows and through them a great are multitude surge along the hall there came soldiers broken from their ranks there came the embalmers of the dead their hands were over for work tonight but they left their work undone death had smitten some even of these and their fellows did not shrink back from them now they came to Smith black from the Forge and the scribe bold with the endless right and the dire with his purple hands and the Fisher from the stream and the stunted Weaver from the loom and the leper from the temple gates they were mad with lust of life his starveling life that the King had text when he led not dear poor ago they were mad with fear of death the women followed them with dead children in their arms they slowed down the golden furnishings they tore those silken hangings they cast the empty cups of the feast at the faces of trimming ladies and cried aloud for the blood of the King where is Pharaoh they yelled show us Pharaoh and the Queen Mary Amun that we may slay them dead are our firstborn they lie in heaps as the fish lay when the cycle ran red and with blood dead are they because of the curse that has been brought upon us by the prophets of the uproar and Pharaoh and Pharaohs Queen yet hold and Kim now as they cried they saw Pharaoh Merneptah cowering behind the double line of guards and they saw the Queen Mary Amon who cowered not but stood silent above the din then she thrusts her weight through the guards and yet holding the body of the child to her breast she stood before them with eyes to flash more brightly than the ureas crown upon her brow back she cried back it is not fair oh it is not I who have brought this death upon you for we too have death here and she held up the body of her dead son it is that false Hathor whom you worship that which many of voice and many of face who turned your hearts faint with love for her sake you endure these woes on her head is all this death go tear her temple of stone from stone and rend her beauty limb from limb and be avenged and free the land from curses a moment the people stood in hearkened muttering has stands the lion that is about to spring Wow those who pressed without cried forward forward slay them slay them then as with one voice they screamed the Hathor we love but you we hate for ye have brought these wolves upon us and ye shall die they cried they brawled they cast footstools and stones at the guards and then a certain tall man among them drew a bow straight at the Queen's fair breast he aimed his arrow and Swift and true it sped towards her she sought a light gleam upon its shining barb and then she did what no woman but marry Amon would have done no not to save herself from death she held out naked body of her son as a warrior hose a shield the arrow struck through and through it piercing the tender flesh eye and pricked her breast beyond so that she let the dead boy fall the water is saw it and wondered at the horror of the deed for he has seen no sir deed in all his days then shouting aloud the terrible war cry of the Akane's he left upon the board before him and as he left his golden armor claimed messing around he fix an arrow to the string and drew to his ear that gray boat which none but he might so much as bend in as he loosed the string sang like a swallowed and the shaft screamed to the air down the glorious hall is spared and full on the breast of him who had lifted both against the Queen the bitter Herald struck nor might his harness avail to stay it through the body of him it passed and with blood red feathers flew on and slowed another who stood behind him so that his knees also were loosened and together they fell dead upon the floor now while the people stared and wondered again the bowstring saying like a swallow again the arrow screamed and its flight and he who stood before it got his death for the shield he ball was pinned to his breast then wonder turned to rage the multitude rolled forward and from either side the air grew dark with arrows for the guards at the site of the shooting lding wanderer found a heart and fought well and manfully boldly also the Slayers came on and behind them pressed many a hundred men The Wanderers golden him flashed steadily a beacon in the storm black smoke burst out in the hall the hangings flamed and tossed in a win from the open door the lights were struck from the hands of the golden images arrows stood thick in the tables and their rafters he spear pierced through the golden couple past but out of the darkness and smoke and dust and the cry of battle and through the rushing of the rain of Spears saying the swallow string with a black bow of good and the long shaft Street they spared on them who were right to die in vain did the arrows of the Slayers smite upon that golden harness there Oh bud as hail upon the tip of roofs but as driving snow upon the wild stags horns they struck they rattled and down they dropped like snow or bounded back and lay upon the board the swallows train saying the black bow twanged and the bitter arrows shrieked as they flew now The Wanderers shafts were spent and he judged that their case was desperate for out of the doors of the Hall that were behind them and from the chambers of the women are men bursty and also taking them on the flank and rear but the wanderer was old in war and without a match in all its ways the captain of the guard was slaying with a spear stroke and the wanderer took his place calling to the men such of them as we left alive to form a circle in the Dyess and within the circle he said those of the house of Pharaoh and the women who were at the feast and to Pharaoh he cast a slain man's sword bidding him and strike for life and thrown you've never stripped before but the heart was out of Pharaoh because of the death of his son and the wine about his wits and the terrors he had seen then Miriam and the Queen snatched a sword from his trembling hand and stood holding it to guard her life for she disdained to crouch upon the ground as did the other women but stood up right behind the wanderer and he did not the spears and arrows that dug death on every hand went feral stood his face buried in his hands now the stairs came on shouting and clamoring upon the dies then the wanderer rushed on them was swore drawn and shield on high and so Swift he smoked that men might not guard for they saw as it were three blazed aloft and the silver haptics or a bit deep the gift of foreseeing Uranus long ago the guards also snow and thrust it was for their lives they fought and back rolled the tide of foes leaving his swathe of dead so a second time they came on in the second time were rolled back now the defenders few were left unhurt and the strength was well-nigh spent but the water had shared them with great words though his heart grew fearful for the end and Maruyama and the Queen also bathed them to be of good courage and if knee were to die like men then once again the wave of war rolled in upon them and the stripe grew fierce and desperate the iron heads of Spears was well and not broken and now the wanderer doing such deeds as had not been known and Kim stood alone between Miriam and the Queen and the swords that thirsted for our life and the life of Pharaoh then of a sudden from far down the Great Hall of banquets there came a loud cry that shrilled above the clang of swords the groans of men and all the dinner battle Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh was a voice now will thou let the people go then he was smote stayed his hand and he guarded dropped his shield the battle ceased and all turned to look there at the end of the hall among the dead and time there stood the two ancient men of the appeal and in their hands were seer eyes it is the Wizards the Wizards of a pillar men cried and shrunk this way and that think he no more on war the ancient men drew nigh they took no heed of the dying or the dead on they walked through blood and wine and falling tables and scattered arms till they stood before the Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh they cried again dead or the firstborn of Kim at the hand of Java will die let the people go and then Pharaoh lifted his face and cried get you gone you and all that is yours get you gone swiftly and let Kim see your face no more the people heard and the living left the hall and silence fell in the city and on the dead who died of the sword and the dead who died of the pestilence silence fell asleep and the gods best gift forgetfulness and of book 2 chapter 2 recording by Marcel ward with soul expands calm book 2 chapter 3 of the world's desire this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by marcel d ward the soul expands calm the world's desire by H rider Haggard chapter 3 the baths of bronze even out of this night of dread the morning rose and with it came ray bearing a message from the king but he did not find the wanderer in his chamber the palace eunuchs said that he had risen and had as for Corey to captain another the sidonians was now the Queen's jeweler thither ray went fukui was lodged with the sermons in a court of the raw house and as the old man came he heard the sound of hammers beating on metal there in the shadow which the palace wall cast into him in little Court there was the wanderer no longer in his golden mill but with bare arms and dressed in such a light smock as the work man of Kim were once where the Wonder was bending over a small brazier whence they flame and in light blue smoke arose and melting into the morning light in his hand he held a small hammer and he had a little envelope I am in which lay one of the golden showed a plates of his armor the other pieces were heaped beside the brazier curry the cydonia stood beside him with grading tools in his hands hail to thee the paratus cried Rea calling him by the name he had chosen to give himself what make his die here with fire and envel I am but furbishing up my Armour said the wanderer smiling it has more than one dent from the fight in the hall and he pointed to his shield which was deeply scarred across the blazing of the white bull the cognizance of dead paris priam son Cydonia blocked the fire Currie crouched on his hams and blew the blaze to a white heat with a pair of leather bellows while the wanderer fitted the plates and hammered active when they envel making the joint choose smooth and strong talking meanwhile with Rea strange work for prints and as thou must be in le bus whence thou comest cold ray leaning on his long ride of cedar headed with an apple of blue stone in our country chiefs do not labor with their hands different lands different ways as an apparatus in my country men wear not their sisters as your Kings do indeed it comes into my mind that once I met such prize in my wanderings in the isle of the king of the winds for the thought of the Aeolian Isle where King Ellis gave him all the winds in a bag came into his memory my hands can serve me in every deed he went on mowing the deep green grass in spring or driving oxen or cutting a clean Pharaoh with the plough and heavy soil or building houses and ships or doing Smith's work with gold and bronze and gray iron they are all one to me or the work of war said Rea for there I have seen the labor now listen now wanderer the King mine Epps eye on the Queen Mary Ellen send me to thee with this scroll of their will and he drew forth they roll up papyrus bound with golden threads and held it on his forehead bowing and as he prayed what is that role of time said the wanderer who was hammering at the bronze spear point that stood fast and as him ran did the golden thread and open the scroll when she gave into the wineries hand gods what have we here said the wanderer here are pictures tiny and cunningly drawn serpents and red and little figures of man sitting or standing axes and snakes and birds and beetles my father what tokens are these any gave the scroll back to ray the king has made his sheep scribe write to thee nay me the captain of the legions of pashed the guard of the royal house for last night the captain was slain he gives the high title and he promises the houses lands and a city of the to furnish deal with line in a city of the north to furnish deep with corn if thy will be his servant never have I served any man said the wanderer flushing red though I went near to being sold into knowing the day of slavery the King does me too much honor Dawood is fain be gone from Kim ask the old man eagerly I will feign find her I came to seek wherever she may be said the wanderer here or other way then one answer shall I carry to the king time brings thought said the wanderer I will see the city of thou with God me many cities have I seen but none so great is this as we walk I will consider my answer to your king he had been working at his hell that he spoke for the rest of his army was now mending he had drawn off the sharp spear head of bronze and was announcing it in his hand and trying his edge a good blade he said better was never hammered I went near to doing his work Cydonia and he turned to curry as he spoke to things of dying I had thy life and thy spear point thy life I gave thee thy spear point doubt this lend me here take it again and he taught the spear head to the Queen jeweller I thank thee Lord answered the cydonia thrusting it in his girl but he muttered between his teeth the gifts of enemies are gifts of evil the wider ur did on his mail set the hem went on his head and spoke to ray come forth friend and show me thy city but Ray was watching the smile on the face of the sidonians and he deemed it cruel and crafty and warlike like the half of the sadhana of the scene he said not but called a guard of soldiers and with the wonder he passed the palace gates and went out into the city the sight was strange and it was not thus that the old man who loved his land would have had to wander or see it from all the wealthy houses and for many of the poorest or reign the will of the women mourners as they sang their dirges for the dead but in the mina quarters many hovel was marked with three smears of blood dashed on each pillar of the door and on de lintel and the sound that came from these dwellings was a cry of mirth and festival there were two people's one laughed when they meant and in and out of the houses marked with the splashes of blood women were ever going with empty hands coming with hands full of jewels some gold of civil rings of cups and purple stuffs maybe they went out laden they came in dark men and women with keen black eyes and the features of birds of prey they went they came they clamoring with delight I'm on the morning of the men and women of Kim and nan laid a hand on them none refused them one tall fellow smash up the staff of Rey named Eli staff old man he said sneering let me thy jewels staff from my journey I do but borrow it when y'all cool come from the desert thou shall have it again but the one who returned on the fellow was such a glance that he fell back I have seen thee before he said and he lad over his shoulder as he went I saw the last night at the feast and heard thy great bow sing are not at the folk of Kim they are a gentle folk and Jakub wins favor in their sight what passes now in this haunted land of dying old man said the wanderer for of all the sights that I have seen this is the strangest none lifts a hand to save his goods from the thief ray the priests groaned aloud evil days have come upon him he said the apuro spoiled the people of kin there they fly into the wilderness even as he spoke there came a great lady weeping for her husband was dead and her son and her brother all were gone and the breath of the pestilence she was at the rural house and recently dead golden jewels and the slaves who found her and she went to the temple of ptah to worship were gold chains upon the necks to women of the apuro saw her and ran to her crying led to us those golden ornaments the worst then without a word she took her gold bracelets and chains and rings and let them call fall in a heap at her feet the women of the appeal to them all and mocked her crying where now is the husband in thy son and thy brother thou art of Pharaohs house now they'll pay us for the labor of our hands and for the bricks that we made without straw gathering leaves and rushes in the Sun now thou paste for the stick in the hand of the overseers where now is thy husband and ice under thy brother and they went still mocking and left the lady weeping but of all sights the one who were held in this strangest and many such there were to see at first he would have taken back the spoil and given it to those who wore it but raid the priests prayed him to forbear lest the curse should strike them also so they pressed on through the tumult ever seen new sites of greed and death and sorrow here my mother wept over her babe here a bride over her husband that night the groom of her and of death here the fierce face to puro clamoring like goes toward the silver tickets from the children of those of the baser sort or the sacred amulets from the mummies and those who were laid out for burial in here a water carrier will over the carcass of the ass that won him his livelihood at length passing through the crowd they came to a temple that stood near to the temple of the god Ptah the pylons of this temple faced towards the houses of the city but the inner courts were built against the walls of tennis and looked out across the face of the water though now one of the largest temples it was very strong and beautiful in his shape it was built of the black stone of saying and all the polished face of the stone was graven when images of the holy Hathor here is she wore cow's head in here the face of a woman but she always bore in her hands the Lotus head his staff and the holy token of life and her neck was encircled with the collar of the gods sheared wells that strange Hathor to whom died is a drink last night at paratus said ray the priest it was a while pledged to drink before the queen who swears that she brings these walls and Kim though indeed she is guiltless of this with all the blood on her beautiful head the impure and their apostate sorcerer whom we ourselves instructed bring the plagues on us does the Hathor manifest ourselves this day and has the wanderer that we were asked with the priests imperatives follow thou me now they pass down the avenue of sphinxes within the wall of brick into the garden plot of the goddess and so on through the gates of the outer tower they priests who watched there through them wide at the sign that was given of rain the master builder the beloved of Pharaoh and they came to the outer court before the second tower they halted and Rea showed to the wonder of that place upon the pylon roof where the Hathor was want to stand and sing to the hero's hearts were melted like wax here they knock once more and were admitted to the Hall of assembly with a priest were gathered throwing dust upon their heads and warning those among them who had died with the firstborn when they saw ray he instructed the prophet of our men and the wanderer clad in golden armor who was with him they cease from the morning and an ancient priest of the number came forward in greeting ray asked him of his errand they retook the wonder by the hand and made him known to the priests and told him are those deeds that he had done and how he has saved the life of Pharaoh and of those of the raw house who said it to feast with Pharaoh but when will the lady Hathor sing upon her tower top say ray for the stranger desires to see her and hear her the temple priests bow before the wanderer and answered gravely on the third morn from now that a holy hath or shows herself upon the temples top he said but thou mighty Lord who art risen from the seeing hearken to my warning and if indeed thou art no god dare not to look upon our beauty if thou dost look then thy fate shall be as the fate of those who look before and I have loved and have died for the sake of the Hathor no goddamn I said the wine or laughing yet chance I show dare to look and dare to face whatever it be that Gossard and my heart beats me see her never then there shall be an end of the and thy wandering said the priest now follow me and I will show thee those men who last saw to win the Ottawa he took him by the hand and led him through passages hewn in the walls until they came to a deep and gloomy cell with the golden armor of the Wanderers shone like a lamp at Eve the cell was built against the city wall and scarcely a threat of light came into the chink between roof and wall all about the chamber were baths fashioned of bronze in the baths lay dusky shapes of dark-skinned men of Egypt there they lay and in the faint light their limbs were being anointed by some sad-faced attendants as folk were anointed by Mary girls in a shining bass The Wanderers home when ray and appearances came near the sad-faced bath men shrink away in shame as dogs shrink from their evil meat and night when a traveler goes past marveling at the strange safe the bathers and the bathe the wanderer looked more closely his heart sank within him for all of these were dead who lay in the baths of bronze and it was not water there flowing about their limbs but evil-smelling nature here lie those said the priests who last strove to come near the holy at door and to pass into the shrine of the temple where night and day she sits and sings and wheeze with her golden shuttle here they lie behalf of the score one by one they rushed to embrace her and one by one they were smitten down here they are being attired for the tomb we give them all richard burial truly quote the launderer i left the world of light behind me when I looked on the blood-red sea and still into the black gloom of Pharaohs more you precise have I seen in this haunted land then in all the cities where I've wandered then on all the seas that I've saved then be warned said the priest for thou dost follow where they went and desire what they desired thou too shall lie in yonder back and be washed of yonder waters for whatever befalls this is true that he'll seeks love oftimes finds dome but here he finds him most speedily the wanderer looked again at the den and at their ministers and he shuddered till his harness rattled he feared not the face of death in war or on the sea but this was a new thing little he loved the sight of the brazen bass and those who lay there the light of the Sun and the breath of air seemed good to him and he stepped quickly from the chamber while the priests Mountain self but when he reached the outer air his heart came back to him and he began to ask again about the Hathor where she dwelt and what it was that's through her lovers I will show thee asked the priest and brought in through the Hall of Assembly to a certain narrow way than there to a court in the center of the court stood the holy shrine of the Hathor it was a great chamber Dilts of alabaster lighted from the roof alone it shone in with brazen doors before which hung curtains of Tyrian web from the roof of the shrine and stairway ran overhead to the roof of the temple and so to the inner pylon tower yonder stranger the holy goddess dwells within the the shrine said the priest by that stair she passes to the temple roof and thence to the pile on top there by the curtains once seen every day we place food and it is drawn into the sanctuary how we know not for none of us have set foot there nor seen the Hathor face to face now when the goddess had stood a part of hyaline and sun to the multitude below she passes back to the shrine then the brazen out of doors of the temple quarter thrown wide and the doomed rush on madly one by one towards the drawing curtains before they pass the curtains they are thrust back yet they strive to pass then we hear a son of the clashing of weapons and the men fall dead without a word or the song with the Hathor swells from within and who are restoring it said the wanderer that we know not stranger no man has lived to tell come draw near to the door of the shrine and hearken may be thou would hear that door singing have no fear thou needs not approach the garden space in the wanderer drew near with a dotting heart but read the priest stood afar off though the temple priest came close enough at the curtains they stopped and listened then from within the shrine there came a sound of singing wild and sweet and shrill and the voice of it stirred the wanderer strangely bringing to admire memories of that it the cup of which he was Lord and which he should see no more of the Happy Days of youth and of the God built walls of Wendie illios but he could not have told why he thought on these things nor why his heart was the strangely stirred within him hearken the Hathor sings as she weaves the doom of men sent the priest and as he spoke the singing ended then the wanderer took counsel with himself whether he should then and there burst the doors and take his fortune or whether he should forbear for that while but in the end he determined to forbear and see with his own eyes would be felled those who strove to win the way so he drew back wondering much and bidding farewell to the aged priest he went with Rea the master builder through the town of tennis where the appeal was still spoiling the people of Kim and he came to the palace where he was lodged here he turned over in his mind how he might see the strange woman of that temple and yet escaped the baths of bronze there he sat and thought till at length the night drawn and one came to summon him to sup with Pharaoh and Naha then he rose up a winning meeting Pharaoh and Mary Amon the Queen in the outer chamber passed in after them to the heart and on to the dais which he had held against the rabble for the place was clear of dead and safe for certain stains upon a marble floor there might not be washed away and for some few arrows that yet were fixed high up in the walls or in the lofty roof there was nothing to tell of that great Freight that had been a fraud but one day gone heavy was the face of Pharaoh and a few who sat with them were sad enough because of the death of so many whom they loved and the shame and the sorrow that had fallen upon him but there were no tears for her one child in the eyes of Miriam the Queen anger not grief tore her heart because Pharaoh and let the apuro go forever there they set at the sad feast there came a sound of the tramping feet of armies and of lowing cattle and saws a triumph so by 10,000 voices and thus they sang the song of the appear an app for our feet the LORD hath Litton signs hath he shown in the land of Kim the kings of the nations our Lord hath smitten his shoe hath he casts or the gods of them he had made him a mock of the heifer of Isis he had broken the chariot reins of rock on Youku he cries and his folk arises and the needs of the nation are loosed in arm he gives us their goods for a spoil to gather jewels of silver and vessels of gold for Yahweh of old is our friend and father and chair Sethe Jakub he chose of old the guise of the people's our Lord hath Chidi their courts had he filled with his creeping things the light of the face the son he had hidden and broken the scourge in the hands of Kings he hath chastened his people with stripes and scourge 'as our backs Hathi burdened with grievous weights but his children shall rise as they see their surges and flood the fields of the men he hates the kings of the nations our Lord have smitten his shoe had he cares or the gods of them but a lamp for our feet the LORD hath lydon wonders at the rot in the land of Kim thus they sang and the singing was so wild that the water were crave lead to go and stand at the palace gate that's the a pure rushing in his floor of the treasure chamber the King nodded but Mary Amon rose and went with the wanderer as he took his bow and passed to the Greg gates there they stood in the shadow of the gates and this is what they beheld a great light of many torches was flying along the roadway in front then came a body of men rudely armed with bikes and the torch light shone on the glitter of bran and on the gold hems of which they had spoiled the soldiers of Kent next came a troop of wild women dancing and beating timbers and singing the triumph in him was gone next with a space between champed eight strong black bearded men bearing on their shoulders and great gilded coffin covered with carbon and painted signs it is the body of their prophet who brought them hither out of the land of hunger whispered marioman slaves ye shall hunger yet in the wilderness and clamor for the fleshpots of Kim then she cried in a loud voice for her passion overcame her and she prophesied to those who bear the coffin not one soul of you that lives shall see the land where your conjurer is leading you ye shall thirst ye shall hunger ye shall call on the gods of Kim and they shall not hear you ye shall die and your bones shall whiten the wilderness farewell set go with you farewell so she cried and played down the way and so fierce was her gaze and so awful were her words that the people of the apuro trembled and the women ceased the same mantra wash to clean and marvel never had woman such a hearty heart he mused and it were ill to cross her in love or war they would sing no more and my Kings murmured Miriam with a smile come on drew they await us and she gave him her hand that he might lead her so they went back to the banquet hall they hearkened that they set till far in the night still the appeal Kelvin's as the sands of the sea and linked all were gone and it sounded their feet died away in the distance then Mary Amon the queen turned to Pharaoh and spake bitterly Howard a coward inept I a coward in a slave at heart in that fear of the curse that the false Hathor has laid on us she whom thou thus worshiped to thy shame thou has lit these slaves go otherwise that our father dealt with them great Rameses Mirman the hammer of the ketta now they are gone hissing curses on a land that bear them and rotting those who nursed them up while they were yet at little people as a mother nurses her child what they might our duke said Pharaoh there is not to do all is done yesterday Amon what is thy counsel wanderer it is ill for a stranger to offer counsel said the wanderer nay speak cried the Queen I know not the gods of this land yes and these people be favored of the guys I say sit still but if not then said to under wise in war let Pharaoh gather his hosts follow after the people take them unawares and smite them utterly it is no hard task they are so mixed a multitude encumbered with much baggage this was to speak as the cleaning love to hear now she clapped her hands and cried listen listen to Good Counsel Pharaoh and now that the apuro were gone it's feared them when also and as he drank wine for our grubo till at last he sprang to his feet and swore by amen by Osiris by pizza and by his father great Ramses the he would follow at the appearance smite them and instantly he said four messengers to summon the captains of his hosts in the Hall of Assembly feather the captains came and their plans were made and messengers hurry forth to the governors of other great cities bidding them send troops to join the host of Pharaoh on its march now fare our turn to the water and said thou has not yet answered my message that ray carry to thee this morning look thou take service with me and be a captain in this war the wanderer little light the name of service but his warlike heart was stirred with him for he loved the delight of battle but before he could answer yay or nay Maruyama in the Queen was not minded that he should leave her spoke hastily this is my counsellor man after that the Lord of paratus should I buy here in tennis and be the captain of my guard thou are gone to smite the appeal for I may not be here unguarded in these troubling times and if I know he watches over me he who is so mighty a man then I shall walk safely and sleep in peace now the wanderer be thought him of his desire to look upon the Hathor for to see new things and try new adventures was always his delight so he answered that if he were pleasing to Pharaoh and the Queen he would willingly stay in command the guard and Pharaoh said that it should be so end of book 2 chapter 3 recording by Marcel ward the soul expands calm book 2 chapter 4 of the world desire this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Marcel D Ward the soul expands calm the world desire by H rider Haggard chapter 4 the Queen's Chamber at midday on the morrow Pharaoh and the host of Pharaoh Marston pomp from tennis taking the road that runs across the desert country towards the red sea of weeds the way that the apuro had gone The Wanderer went with the army for an hour's journey and more in a chariot driven by raid the priest for Rey did not March with the host the number of the soldiers of Pharaoh amazed they can accustomed to the levies of barren Isles and scatter tribes but he said nothing of his wonder to ray or any man unless they should be thought that he came from among a little people even made as if he held the army lightly and asked the priest if this was all the strength of the Pharaoh then ray told him that it was but a fourth part for known the mercenaries and none of the soldiers from the upper land marched with the king in pursuit of the apuro then the wanderer knew that he was come among a greater people than he had ever encountered yet on land or sea so he went with them till the rose divided and there he drove his chariot to the chariot of Pharaoh and bade him farewell Pharaoh called to him to mount his own cherry and spade thus to him swear to me that wanderer who name is dice up a paratus bow what country dark and what was thy father's house none o swear to me that thou will guard Mary among the Queen faithfully and will work no woe upon me no open my house while I am a far greater art and beautiful to look on I am strong enough beyond the strength of men yet my heart miss doubts me of thee for methinks thou art a crafty man and that evil will come upon me through thee if this be thy mine Pharaoh said the waterer leave me not in guard of the Queen and get methinks I did not be friendly so ill – nice gone when the rabble would have put thee in all thy house of the sword because of the death of the firstborn now Pharaoh looked on him long in doubtfully then stretched out his hand the launderer took it and swore by his own gods by Zeus by Aphrodite and Athena and Apollo that he would be true to the trust I believe the wanderer say Pharaoh know this without kiba's thine oath thou shall have great rewards and thou shall be second to none in the land of Kim but if thou failest then thou shalt die miserable I asked no fee answered the water and I fear no death for in one way only shall I die and that is known to me and I will keep my oath and he bowed before Pharaoh and leaping from his chariot entered again into the chariot of Ray now as he drove back through the host the soldiers called to him saying leave us not wanderer for he looks so glorious in his golden armor that it seemed to them as though a guy departed from the ranks his heart was with them for he loved war and he did not love the appear but he drove on and so it must be and came to the palace at sundown that night he sat at the feast by the side of Miriam and the Queen and when the feast was done she bade him follow her into her chamber where she said when she would be alone it was a fragrant chamber dimly lighted with sweet centage lamps furnished with couches of ivory and gold while the walls told painted stories of strange guys and kings and of their loves and wars to clean sank back upon the embroider cushions of a couch and bade the wise Odysseus to sit guard over against her so near that her robe swept his golden Greaves this he did somewhat against his will though he was no hater of fair women when his Hardman's doubted the dark eye queen he looked upon her Gartley where she was strangely fair to see the fairest of all mortal women whom he had no saved the golden of Helen wanderer we all the great thanks and I will gladly know to whom we are in debt for the price of our lives she said tell me of thy birth of thy father's house and of the lands that I had seen and the wars were endow as fart tell me also of the sack of ilium and how about Camus by thy golden mail the unhappy Parris wore such a arms of these if the minstrel of the North st. Ruth now the wanderer would gladly have cursed this minster of the north and his songs minstrels will be lying lady he said and they gather old tales wherever they go Paris may have worn my arms or another man I bought them from a chapman in Crete and asked nothing of their first master as freely else I fought there in my youth and served that cretin you know meanness but I got little booty to the king the wealth and women to us thus war strokes such is the appearance of war marioman listened to his tale which he set forth roughly as if he were some blunt rumbling scores me and darkly she looked on him while she hearkened and darkly she smiled as she looked a strange story a paratus a strange story truly now tell me this how okay mizdow by under great bull the bull of the swallow stream if my minstrel spoke truly it was once the bow of your to sub okay Lea now the wanderer glanced round him like a man taken in ambush who sees on every hand the sort of fold sign up into the sunlight the bow lady he acid readily enough I got it strangely I was cruising with the cargo of iron on the western coast and Lana on a Nile methinks the pilot called it Atika there we found nothing but death a pestilence had been in the land but in a ruin halt this bow was lying and I'm a prize of it a good bow a strange story truly a very strange story both Miriam and the Queen my chest our didst by the armored Paris by chance tyldus find the Borgias that boat methinks with which the guy like Odysseus slew the wars in his halls Noah style apparent is that when thou stood as yonder on the board in the place of banquets when the great boat trained and the long shafts hailed down on the hall and loosened the knees of many not a little was I put in mind of the song of the slaying of the Wars at the hands of Odysseus the family Odysseus has wandered far I even to Kemp and she looked straight at him the water had darkened his face and put the matter by he had heard something of that tale he said but deemed it a Michels feigning one man could not fight a hundred as a story win the Queen half rose from the couch where she lay curled up like a glittering snake like a snake she rose and watched him with her melancholy eyes strange indeed most strange that Odysseus Laertes son the disease of Ithaca should not know the tale of the slaying of the wars by Odysseus itself strange indeed thou appearances who are odious now the nick of the murderer was in the noose and will he knew it yet he kept his counsel and looked upon her and vacantly me and say that this Odysseus wandered years ago into the north and at this time he will not come again I saw him in the wars and he was a taller man than I the wanderer I have always heard said the Queen that Odysseus was double-tongued and crafty as a fox look me in the eyes that wander look me in the eyes and I will show thee whether or not so thou art Odysseus and she leaned forward so that her hair well nice swept his brow and gazed deep into his eyes now the wanderer was ashamed drop his eyes before a woman's and he could not rise and go so he must needs gaze and as he gazed his head blew strangely light and the blood quivered in his veins and then seemed to stop now turn thou wanderer said the voice of the Queen and to him it sounded far away as if there was a wall between them and tell me what thou seest so he turned and looked towards the dark end of the chamber but presently through the darkness stole a faint light like the first grey light of the dawn and now he saw a shape like the shape of a great horse of wood and behind the horse were black square towers of huge stones and gates and walls and houses now he saw a door open in the side of the horse and the helmeted head of a man look out weirdly as he looked a great white star slid down the sky so that the light of it rested on the face of the man and that face was his own and then he remembered how he had looked forth from the belly of the wooden horse as it stood within the walls of illios and thus the star had seemed to fall upon the Dome City an omen of the end of Troy look again said the voice of marioman from far away so once more he looked into the darkness and there he saw the mouth of a cave and beneath two palms in front of it said a man and a woman the yellow moon rose and his light fell upon a sleeping sea upon tall trees upon the cave and the two who sat there the woman was lovely with braided hair and clad in a shining robe and her eyes were dim with tears that she might never shed for she was a goddess Calypso the daughter of Atlas then in the vision the man looked up and his face was weary and worn and sick for home but it was his own face then he remembered how he said thus at the side of Calypso the braided tresses on that last night of all his nights in her wave jerk Isle the center of the Seas look once more said the voice of Mariana in the Queen again he looked into the darkness there before him through the ruins of his own Hall in Ithaca and in the courtyard before the hall was a heap of ashes in the charred bones of men before the he lay the figure of one lost in sorrow for his limbs rides upon the ground I 9 the man threw his face and behold the wanderer knew that it was his home face then of a sudden the gloom passed away from the chamber and once more his blood serves to his vein and there before him said Miriam and the Queen smiling darkly strange sights hast thou seen is it not so wonder she said yet cleaned the most strange of sites tell me of thy courtesy how about this conjure them before my eyes by the magic that I have a parrot is I above all wizards who dwell in Kim the magic were by I can read all the paths of those I love and again she looked upon him I can call it forth from the storehouse of their time and make it live again say whose face was it that thou didst look upon was it not the face of a deceased of Ithaca the Laertes son and was not that face time now the one who saw that there was no escape therefore he spoke the truth not because he loved it but because he must the face of Odysseus of Ithaca it was that I saw lady and that face is mine I allow myself to be Odysseus Laertes his son and no other man the Queen laughed aloud great must be my strength of magic she said for it can strip the guile from the subtlest of men henceforth Odysseus thou will know that the eyes of Miriam and the Queen see far now tell me truly what came as thou hither to seek the wanderer took Swift counsel with himself remembering that dream of Miriam on of which raid the priests had told him and which she knew not that he had learned the dream that showed her the vision of one whom she must love and remembering the word of the Dead has Tosca he grew afraid for he saw well by the token of the spear point he was the man of her dream and that she knew it but he could not accept her love both because of his oath to Pharaoh and because of her whom Aphrodite has shown to him in Ithaca her whom alone he must seek the heart's desire the golden Helen the straight was desperate between a broken oath and a woman scorned but he feared his oath and the anger of zeus the god of hosts and guests so he saw its safety beneath the wings of truth lady he said I will tell the all I came to Ithaca from the white north where a curse had driven me I came and found my halls desolate and my people did in the very ashes of my wife but in a dream of the night I saw the goddess whom I have worshipped little Aphrodite of Adalia whom in this land he named Hathor and she bade me go forth and do her will and for reward she promised me that I should find one who waited me to be my deathless love Mary Amun heard him so far but no further for this she made sure that she was the woman whom Aphrodite had promised to the wanderer ere he might speak another word she glided to him like a snake and like a snake hurt herself about him then she spoke so low that he rather knew her thought that hurt her words was it indeed so disease did the goddess indeed Cindy to seek me out know then that not to thee alone did she speak I also looked for thee I also waited the coming of one whom I should love Oh heavy have been the days and empty was my heart and solely through the years have I longed for him who should be brought to and now length it is done now at length I see him whom in my dream I saw and she lifted her lips to the lips of the wanderer and her heart and her eyes and her lips said love but it was not for nothing that he bore a stout impatient heart and a brain unclouded by danger or by love he had never been in a strait like this call with bonds that no sword could cut and in toils that no skill could undo on one side were love and pleasure on the other a broken oath in the loss forever of the heart's desire for to love another woman as he had me warned was to lose Helen but again if he scorned the Queen nay for all his hearty hood he dared not tell her that she was not the woman of his vision the woman he came to sink yet even now his cold courage and his cunning and not feeling lady he said we both had dreamed but about this dream that were my love without this wake to find I self the wife of pharaoh and pharaoh is my host and half my own I woke to find myself the wife of Pharaoh she echoed wearily and our arms unfurl from his neck and she sank back on the couch I am Pharaoh's wife in word but not in deed Pharaoh is nothing to me die wanderer not save a name yet is my oath much to me Queen Mary Amun my old and the hospital hearth the wanderer made answer I swore to man up side to hold thee for my lil and there's an end and if arrow comes back no more well then Odysseus then will we talk again and now lady my safety calls me to visit thy guard and without more words he rose and went the Queen looked after you a strange man she said in their heart who builds a barrier with his oath we Twix himself and her he loves has wandered so far to win yet methinks I honor him the more well my net shot my husband eat drink and be merry for this I promise thee short shall be thy day's end of book 2 chapter 2 recording by Marcel D ward the soul expands calm book 2 chapter five of the world's desire this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Marcel D ward the soul expands calm the world's desire by H rider Haggard chapter v the chapel perilous Swift as a bird or a thought says the old Harper of the northern sea the onerous thoughts in the morning were Swift as night birds flying back and brooding over the things he had seen and the words he had heard in the Queen's Chamber again he stood between this woman and the oath which the vols was the worst to break and indeed he was little tempted to break it for though Marie Armand was beautiful and wise and he feared her love and he feared her magic art no less than he feared her vengeance if she were scorned delay seemed the only course let him wait – the King returned and it will go hard but he found some cause for leaving the city of tennis and seeking through new adventures the world's desire the mysterious River lay yonder he would ascend the river of which so many tales were told it flowed from the land of the blameless Ethiopians the most just of men at whose tables the very God's at his guests there perchance far up the sacred stream in a land where no wrong ever came there with the faith permitted he might find the golden Helen if the face permitted but all the Avenger was of the fates who had shown him to marry Amin in a dream he took it long in his mind and found look light it seemed that as he had drifted through darkness across a blood-red sea to the shores of Kim so he should weigh into blood to that Shore fade which the gods appointed get after a while he shook sorrow from him The Rose maid anointed himself combed his dark locks and girded on his golden armor for now he remembered that this was the day when the strange Hathor should stand upon the pylon of the temple and call the people of Tor and he was minded to look upon her and if need be to do battle with that which guarded her so he prayed to Aphrodite that she would help him and he poured out wine to her and waited he waited but no answer came to this prayer and yet as he turned away he chanced that he saw his countenance in the wide golden cup once he had poured and it seemed to him that it had grown more fair and lost the snap of years and that his face was smooth and young as the face of that Odysseus who many years ago had sailed in the black ships and looked back when the smoking ruins of windy Troy in this he saw the hand of the goddess and he knew that if she might not manifest in this land of strange gods yes she was with him and knowing this his heart grew light is the heart of a boy from whom sorrow he's yet a long way off and who has not dreamed of death then he ate and drank and when he had put from him the desire of food he rose and girded on the sword arraylist is gift but the black bow he left in its case now he was ready and about to set forth when ray the priest entered the chamber whither goest thou appear insists ask pray the instructed priests and what is it that has made thy face so fair and though many years have been lifted from my back tis but sweet sleep right said the wanderer deeply I slept last night and the weariness of my wanderings fell from me and now I am as I was before I sailed across the bud red sea into the night sil vout the secret of the sleep to the ladies of town answered the age of priests smiling a little showed our lack of wealth for all thy days thus he spake as though he believed the wanderer but in his heart he knew that the thing was of the gods the wanderer answered I go up to the temple of the Hathor for thou dost remember it is today that she stands upon the pile on brow and calls the people to her come in star also her Nene I come not the paratus I am old indeed but yet the blood creeps through these with the veins and perchance if I came and looked the madness would seize me also and I too should rush to my slain there is a way in which a man may listen to the voice of the Hathor and that is to have his eyes blindfolded as many do but even then he will tear the bandage from his eyes and look and died with the others oh go not up the paratus I pray thee go not up I love thee I know now why and am little minded to see thee dead though perchance he added as though to himself it would be well for those I serve and our dead died wanderer with the eyes of fate I have no fear Rea said the wanderer as it is doomed so shall I die and not otherwise never shall it be told he murmured in his heart that he who stood in arms against Scylla the horror of the rock turned back from any form of fear or from any shape of love then Rea wrung his hands and went NIDA weeping for to him it seemed a pitiful thing then so goodly a man and so great a hero should thus be done to death but the wanderer passed out through the city and Ray went with him for a certain distance at length they came to the road set on either side with sphinxes that leads from the outer wall of bridge to the garden of the temple of hathor and down this road hurried a multitude of men of all races and of every age here the press was borne along in his litter here the young noble traveled in his chariot here came the slave bespattered with the mud of the fields here the cripple limped upon his crutches in here was the blind man led by hound and with each man came women the wife of the man or his mother or his sisters or she to whom he was vowed in marriage weeping they came and will soft words and flinging arm they strove to hold back him whom they loved o my son my son cried a woman hearken to thy mother's voice go not up to look upon the goddess for thou does look then shalt thou die and thou alone are left alive to me two brothers are dying I bore and behold both are dead and wilt die die also and leave me when I'm old alone and desolate be not mad my son thou art the dearest of all ever have I loved the intended be come back I pray come back but her son heard not and he did not pressing on toward the gates of the hearts desire oh my husband my husband cried another young of gentle birth and fair who bear a babe on her left arm and with the right clutch her lures brighter grope oh my husband have I not loved being been kind to thee and wilt thou still go up to look upon the deadly glory of the Hathor they say she wears the beauty of the dead lovest thou me not better than her who died five years ago on Marissa the daughter Royce though thou dis love her first see here hi babe I paid but one week born even from my bed of pain have I risen and followed after thee down these weary roads and I am like to lose my life for it here's thy babe let it play with thee let me die if so it must be but go not thou or to that death it is no goddess whom thou would see but an evil spirit loosed from the underworld and that shall be thy dome oh if I please do not take bow another wife and I will make her welcome only go not up to die death but the man fixed his eyes upon the pylon tops eating her not an eclaim she sank upon the road and there with the baby would have been crushed by the chariots had not the water or borne her to one side of the way now of all sites this was the most dreadful before on every side Rose the prayers and lamentations of women and still the multitude of men pressed odd unheeding now thou seest the power of love and how if a woman be but beautiful enough she may drag all men to ruin said read the priest yes said the water in a strange sight truly much blood had this Hathor of nine upon her hands and yet thou will give her thine water that I am not minded to do he answered yet I will look upon her face so speak no more now they were come to the space before the bronze gates of the pylon of the outer court in there the multitude gathered to the number of many hundreds presently as they watched the priests came to the gates that same priests we're shown the wonder of the bodies in the baths of bronze he looked through the bars and cried aloud whoso would enter into the court and look upon the holy hath or let him draw nigh know ye this all men the Hathor is to him who can win her but if he passed not then shall he die and be buried within the temple nor shall he ever look upon the Sun again of this you're warned since the Hathor came again to Kim a men 703 have gone to win her and a body 700 and to live within the vaults from all these men Pharaoh a minute I alone have gone back living yet there is place for more enter he would look upon the Hathor now there arose a mighty wailing from the women they cloned madly about the necks of those who were dear to them and some clone not in vain for the hearts of many failed them at last and they shrank from entering in but a few of those who had already looked upon the Hathor from afar perchance a scoring off struck the women from them and rushed up to the gates surely that I will not enter in quoting Rey clinging to the arm of the wanderer Oh turn thy back on death and come back with me I pray thee turn nay said the wanderer I will go in then raid the priests threw dust upon his head wept aloud and turned and fled never stopping to be came to the palace where I said Mary I'm on the Queen now the priest unbarred a wicked in the gates of bronze and one by one those who was stricken of the madness entered in for all of these and seen the health on many times from afar with out the wall and now they could no more of a stand their longing and as they entered to other priests took them by the hand and bound their eyes with class so that lest they will did they might not see the glory of the Hathor but only hear the sweetness of our voice but two there were who would not be blindfolded and of these one was that man whose wife had fainted by the way and the other was a man sightless from his youth for although he might not see the beauty of the goddess this man was made mad by the sweetness of her voice now and all had entered in saved the wanderer there was a stir in the crowd and a man rushed up he was travel-stained he had a black beard black eyes and a nose hooked like a vulture speak hold he cried hold shut not the gates night and day have I turned from the host of the apuro who fly into the wilderness night and day have I journeyed leaving wife and flocks and children and the promise of the land that I may once more look upon the beauty of the Hathor should not the gates pass in said the priest passing so shall we be rid of one of those who came nurtured uptil robber he entered then as the priest was about to bother wicked The Wanderers roll forward and his golden armor clashed beneath the portal what's thou enter into thy doom thy mighty Lord asks the priest for he knew him well again I I enter but perchance not to my doom answered the wanderer then he pass in in the brazen gate shut behind him now the two priests came forward to buying his eyes but this he would not endure not so he said I never come here to see what may be seen go to that man and go to and die the death they answered and led all the men to the center of the courtyard whence they might see the pile on top then the priests also covered up their eyes and cast themselves at length upon the ground so for a while they lay and all was silence with an end without the court for they waited the coming of the Hathor the wanderer glanced through the bars of bronze at the multitude gathered there silent they stood with upturned eyes even though women had ceased from weeping and stood in silence he looked at those beside him their bandaged faces were lifted and they stared towards the pylon and talked and so their vision pierced the cloth the blind too stared upward and his pale lips moved but no sound came from them now at the foot of the pylon lay a little rim of shadow thinner and thinner it grew as the moments crept on towards the perfect noon now there was but a line and now the line was gone for the sun's red disk burn high in the Blue Heaven straight above the pylon brow then suddenly and from afar there came a faint sweet sound of singing and at the first note of the sound a great sigh went up through the quiet air from all the multitude without those who were near the Wanderers side also and their lips and fingers twitched and he himself side though he knew not why nearer came the sweet sound of singing and stronger it swelled to presently those without the temple gate who were on higher ground caught sight of her who sang then a hoarse roar went up from every throat and madness took them all they rush stashing themselves against the gates of bronze and the steep walls on either side and beat upon them madly with their fists and brows and climbed on each other's shoulders knowing at the bars with their teeth try to be let in but the women threw their arms about them and scream curses on her whose beauty brought all men to madness so I went for a while till presently the wanderer looked up and lo pond the pylons brow said the woman's self and at her coming all were once more silent she was tall and straight clad in the clinging white but on her breast dug load a blood-red ruby stone fashioned like a star and from it fell red drops that stained for one moment the whiteness of her robes and then the robe was white again her golden hair was tossed this way in that and shown in the sunlight her arms and neck were bare and she held one hand before her eyes as though to hide the brightness of her beauty for indeed she could not be called beautiful but beauty itself and they who had not loved saw in her that first love whom no man has ever known and they who had loved saw that first love whom every man is lost and all about her road to glory like the glory of the dying day sweetly she sang a song of promise and her voice was the voice of each man's desire in the heart of the wanderer thrilled an answer to it as thrills a harp smitten by a cunning hand and thus she sang whom asked how long for most true love of mine whom has thou loved and lost lo she is dying she that another word breaks from her vow she that has long been dead wakes for thee now dreams haunt the hapless bed ghosts haunt the night life crowns her living head love and delight may not a dream nor ghost nay but divine she that was loved and lost waits to be died she ceased a nimona desire when up small word then the wanderer saw that those beside him toward the bandages about their brows and rent them loose only the priest who lay upon the ground stirred not though they also moaned and now again she sang still holding her hand before her face ye that seek me ye that sue me ye that fly beneath my tower he would win me would undo me I much perish in an hour dead before the love that slew me clasp the bride and crushed the flower hear the word and marked the warning Beauty lives but in your sight beauty fades from all men scorning in the watches of the night Beauty wanes before the morning then love dies in his delight she ceased and once more there was a silence then suddenly she bent forward across the pylon and brow so far that it seemed that she must fall stretching out her arms as though to clasp those beneath showed all the glory of her loveliness the wanderer looked then dropped his eyes as one who has seen the brightness of the noonday Sun in the darkness of his mind the world was lost and he could think of not saved the clamor of the people which fretted his ears they were all crying none were listening see see shot at one look at her head it is dark as the Ravens wing in her eyes they are darkest night o my love my love see see cried another wherever sky so blue as those eyes of hers was ever foam so white is those white arms even so she looked to him once I win many summers gone murmured a third even so when first I drew her veil hers was their gentle smile breaking like ripples on the water hers that curling hair her is that childlike grace was every woman so cleanly made seta forth look now on the brow of pride look on the deep dark eyes of storm the arch lips in the Imperial air here indeed is a goddess meet for worship not so I see her card a fifth that man who had come from the host of the pure pill she isn't fair tall indeed but delicately shaped brown is her hair and brown are a great eyes like the eyes of a stag and I sadly she looks upon me looking for my love my eyes are opened screaming the blind man at the wider aside my eyes are open and I see the pylon tower and the splendid son love how to touch me on the eyes and they are opened but lo not one shape has she but many shapes oh she is beauty self and no tongue may tell her glory let me die let me die for my eyes are opened I have looked on beauty self and I know what all the world journeys on to seek and why we die in what we go to find in death end of book 2 chapter 5 recording by Marcel D Ward the soul expands calm

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  1. World's Desire | Andrew Lang, H. Rider Haggard | Action & Adventure Fiction | Soundbook | 3/6

    10: [00:00:00] – book II, chapter II

    11: [00:27:39] – book II, chapter III

    12: [01:01:35] – book II, chapter IV

    13: [01:20:25] – book II, chapter V

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