Monk: A Romance (Version 2) — Chapter 12- Part 2
They were in a language, whose import was totally unknown to him.
Scarce had He pronounced the last word when the effects of the charm were evident.
A loud burst of Thunder was heard; The prison shook to its very foundations; A blaze of lightning flashed through the Cell;
and in the next moment, borne upon sulphurous whirl-winds, Lucifer stood before him a second time.
But He came not as when at Matilda’s summons He borrowed the Seraph’s form to deceive Ambrosio.
He appeared in all that ugliness which since his fall from heaven had been his portion: His blasted limbs still bore marks of the Almighty’s thunder: A swarthy darkness spread itself over his gigantic form: His hands and feet were armed with long Talons: Fury glared in his eyes, which might have struck the bravest heart with terror: Over his huge shoulders waved two enormous sable wings; and his hair was supplied by living snakes, which twined themselves round his brows with frightful hissings.
In one hand He held a roll of parchment, and in the other an iron pen.
Still the lightning flashed around him, and the Thunder with repeated bursts, seemed to announce the dissolution of Nature.
Terrified at an Apparition so different from what He had expected, Ambrosio remained gazing upon the Fiend, deprived of the power of utterance.
The Thunder had ceased to roll: Universal silence reigned through the dungeon.
“For what am I summoned hither?
” said the dæmon, in a voice which _sulphurous fogs had damped to hoarseness_.
At the sound Nature seemed to tremble: A violent earthquake rocked the ground, accompanied by a fresh burst of Thunder, louder and more appalling than the first.
Ambrosio was long unable to answer the Dæmon’s demand.
“I am condemned to die;” He said with a faint voice, his blood running cold, while He gazed upon his dreadful Visitor.
“Save me!
Bear me from hence!
” “Shall the reward of my services be paid me?
Dare you embrace my cause?
Will you be mine, body and soul?
Are you prepared to renounce him who made you, and him who died for you?
Answer but ‘Yes’ and Lucifer is your Slave.
” “Will no less price content you?
Can nothing satisfy you but my eternal ruin?
Spirit, you ask too much.
Yet convey me from this dungeon: Be my Servant for one hour, and I will be yours for a thousand years.
Will not this offer suffice?
” “It will not.
I must have your soul; must have it mine, and mine for ever.
” “Insatiate Dæmon, I will not doom myself to endless torments.
I will not give up my hopes of being one day pardoned.
” “You will not?
On what Chimaera rest then your hopes?
Short-sighted Mortal!
Miserable Wretch!
Are you not guilty?
Are you not infamous in the eyes of Men and Angels.
Can such enormous sins be forgiven?
Hope you to escape my power?
Your fate is already pronounced.
The Eternal has abandoned you; Mine you are marked in the book of destiny, and mine you must and shall be!
” “Fiend, ’tis false!
Infinite is the Almighty’s mercy, and the Penitent shall meet his forgiveness.
My crimes are monstrous, but I will not despair of pardon: Haply, when they have received due chastisement....
” “Chastisement?
Was Purgatory meant for guilt like yours?
Hope you that your offences shall be bought off by prayers of superstitious dotards and droning Monks?
Ambrosio, be wise!
Mine you must be: You are doomed to flames, but may shun them for the present.
Sign this parchment: I will bear you from hence, and you may pass your remaining years in bliss and liberty.
Enjoy your existence: Indulge in every pleasure to which appetite may lead you: But from the moment that it quits your body, remember that your soul belongs to me, and that I will not be defrauded of my right.
” The Monk was silent; But his looks declared that the Tempter’s words were not thrown away.
He reflected on the conditions proposed with horror: On the other hand, He believed himself doomed to perdition and that, by refusing the Dæmon’s succour, He only hastened tortures which He never could escape.
The Fiend saw that his resolution was shaken: He renewed his instances, and endeavoured to fix the Abbot’s indecision.
He described the agonies of death in the most terrific colours; and He worked so powerfully upon Ambrosio’s despair and fears that He prevailed upon him to receive the Parchment.
He then struck the iron Pen which He held into a vein of the Monk’s left hand.
It pierced deep, and was instantly filled with blood; Yet Ambrosio felt no pain from the wound.
The Pen was put into his hand: It trembled.
The Wretch placed the Parchment on the Table before him, and prepared to sign it.
Suddenly He held his hand: He started away hastily, and threw the Pen upon the table.
“What am I doing?
” He cried—Then turning to the Fiend with a desperate air, “Leave me!
Begone!
I will not sign the Parchment.
” “Fool!
” exclaimed the disappointed Dæmon, darting looks so furious as penetrated the Friar’s soul with horror; “Thus am I trifled with?
Go then!
Rave in agony, expire in tortures, and then learn the extent of the Eternal’s mercy!
But beware how you make me again your mock!
Call me no more till resolved to accept my offers!
Summon me a second time to dismiss me thus idly, and these Talons shall rend you into a thousand pieces!
Speak yet again; Will you sign the Parchment?
” “I will not!
Leave me!
Away!
” Instantly the Thunder was heard to roll horribly: Once more the earth trembled with violence: The Dungeon resounded with loud shrieks, and the Dæmon fled with blasphemy and curses.
At first, the Monk rejoiced at having resisted the Seducer’s arts, and obtained a triumph over Mankind’s Enemy: But as the hour of punishment drew near, his former terrors revived in his heart.
Their momentary repose seemed to have given them fresh vigour.
The nearer that the time approached, the more did He dread appearing before the Throne of God.
He shuddered to think how soon He must be plunged into eternity; How soon meet the eyes of his Creator, whom He had so grievously offended.
The Bell announced midnight: It was the signal for being led to the Stake!
As He listened to the first stroke, the blood ceased to circulate in the Abbot’s veins: He heard death and torture murmured in each succeeding sound.
He expected to see the Archers entering his prison; and as the Bell forbore to toll, he seized the magic volume in a fit of despair.
He opened it, turned hastily to the seventh page, and as if fearing to allow himself a moment’s thought ran over the fatal lines with rapidity.
Accompanied by his former terrors, Lucifer again stood before the Trembler.
“You have summoned me,” said the Fiend; “Are you determined to be wise?
Will you accept my conditions?
You know them already.
Renounce your claim to salvation, make over to me your soul, and I bear you from this dungeon instantly.
Yet is it time.
Resolve, or it will be too late.
Will you sign the Parchment?
” “I must!
—Fate urges me!
I accept your conditions.
” “Sign the Parchment!
” replied the Dæmon in an exulting tone.
The Contract and the bloody Pen still lay upon the Table.
Ambrosio drew near it.
He prepared to sign his name.
A moment’s reflection made him hesitate.
“Hark!
” cried the Tempter; “They come!
Be quick!
Sign the Parchment, and I bear you from hence this moment.
” In effect, the Archers were heard approaching, appointed to lead Ambrosio to the Stake.
The sound encouraged the Monk in his resolution.
“What is the import of this writing?
” said He.
“It makes your soul over to me for ever, and without reserve.
” “What am I to receive in exchange?
” “My protection, and release from this dungeon.
Sign it, and this instant I bear you away.
” Ambrosio took up the Pen; He set it to the Parchment.
Again his courage failed him: He felt a pang of terror at his heart, and once more threw the Pen upon the Table.
“Weak and Puerile!
” cried the exasperated Fiend: “Away with this folly!
Sign the writing this instant, or I sacrifice you to my rage!
” At this moment the bolt of the outward Door was drawn back.
The Prisoner heard the rattling of Chains; The heavy Bar fell; The Archers were on the point of entering.
Worked up to phrenzy by the urgent danger, shrinking from the approach of death, terrified by the Dæmon’s threats, and seeing no other means to escape destruction, the wretched Monk complied.
He signed the fatal contract, and gave it hastily into the evil Spirit’s hands, whose eyes, as He received the gift, glared with malicious rapture.
“Take it!
” said the God-abandoned; “Now then save me!
Snatch me from hence!
” “Hold!
Do you freely and absolutely renounce your Creator and his Son?
” “I do!
I do!
” “Do you make over your soul to me for ever?
” “For ever!
” “Without reserve or subterfuge?
Without future appeal to the divine mercy?
” The last Chain fell from the door of the prison: The key was heard turning in the Lock: Already the iron door grated heavily upon its rusty hinges.
“I am yours for ever and irrevocably!
” cried the Monk wild with terror: “I abandon all claim to salvation!
I own no power but yours!
Hark!
Hark!
They come!
Oh!
save me!
Bear me away!
” “I have triumphed!
You are mine past reprieve, and I fulfil my promise.
” While He spoke, the Door unclosed.
Instantly the Dæmon grasped one of Ambrosio’s arms, spread his broad pinions, and sprang with him into the air.
The roof opened as they soared upwards, and closed again when they had quitted the Dungeon.
In the meanwhile, the Gaoler was thrown into the utmost surprize by the disappearance of his Prisoner.
Though neither He nor the Archers were in time to witness the Monk’s escape, a sulphurous smell prevailing through the prison sufficiently informed them by whose aid He had been liberated.
They hastened to make their report to the Grand Inquisitor.
The story, how a Sorcerer had been carried away by the Devil, was soon noised about Madrid; and for some days the whole City was employed in discussing the subject.
Gradually it ceased to be the topic of conversation: Other adventures arose whose novelty engaged universal attention; and Ambrosio was soon forgotten as totally, as if He never had existed.
While this was passing, the Monk supported by his infernal guide, traversed the air with the rapidity of an arrow, and a few moments placed him upon a Precipice’s brink, the steepest in Sierra Morena.
Though rescued from the Inquisition, Ambrosio as yet was insensible of the blessings of liberty.
The damning contract weighed heavy upon his mind; and the scenes in which He had been a principal actor had left behind them such impressions as rendered his heart the seat of anarchy and confusion.
The Objects now before his eyes, and which the full Moon sailing through clouds permitted him to examine, were ill-calculated to inspire that calm, of which He stood so much in need.
The disorder of his imagination was increased by the wildness of the surrounding scenery; By the gloomy Caverns and steep rocks, rising above each other, and dividing the passing clouds; solitary clusters of Trees scattered here and there, among whose thick-twined branches the wind of night sighed hoarsely and mournfully; the shrill cry of mountain Eagles, who had built their nests among these lonely Desarts; the stunning roar of torrents, as swelled by late rains they rushed violently down tremendous precipices; and the dark waters of a silent sluggish stream which faintly reflected the moonbeams, and bathed the Rock’s base on which Ambrosio stood.
The Abbot cast round him a look of terror.
His infernal Conductor was still by his side, and eyed him with a look of mingled malice, exultation, and contempt.
“Whither have you brought me?
” said the Monk at length in an hollow trembling voice: “Why am I placed in this melancholy scene?
Bear me from it quickly!
Carry me to Matilda!
” The Fiend replied not, but continued to gaze upon him in silence.
Ambrosio could not sustain his glance; He turned away his eyes, while thus spoke the Dæmon: “I have him then in my power!
This model of piety!
This being without reproach!
This Mortal who placed his puny virtues on a level with those of Angels.
He is mine!
Irrevocably, eternally mine!
Companions of my sufferings!
Denizens of hell!
How grateful will be my present!
” He paused; then addressed himself to the Monk—— “Carry you to Matilda?
” He continued, repeating Ambrosio’s words: “Wretch!
you shall soon be with her!
You well deserve a place near her, for hell boasts no miscreant more guilty than yourself.
Hark, Ambrosio, while I unveil your crimes!
You have shed the blood of two innocents; Antonia and Elvira perished by your hand.
That Antonia whom you violated, was your Sister!
That Elvira whom you murdered, gave you birth!
Tremble, abandoned Hypocrite!
Inhuman Parricide!
Incestuous Ravisher!
Tremble at the extent of your offences!
And you it was who thought yourself proof against temptation, absolved from human frailties, and free from error and vice!
Is pride then a virtue?
Is inhumanity no fault?
Know, vain Man!
That I long have marked you for my prey: I watched the movements of your heart; I saw that you were virtuous from vanity, not principle, and I seized the fit moment of seduction.
I observed your blind idolatry of the Madona’s picture.
I
bad a subordinate but crafty spirit assume a similar form, and you eagerly yielded to the blandishments of Matilda.
Your pride was gratified by her flattery; Your lust only needed an opportunity to break forth; You ran into the snare blindly, and scrupled not to commit a crime which you blamed in another with unfeeling severity.
It was I who threw Matilda in your way; It was I who gave you entrance to Antonia’s chamber; It was I who caused the dagger to be given you which pierced your Sister’s bosom; and it was I who warned Elvira in dreams of your designs upon her Daughter, and thus, by preventing your profiting by her sleep, compelled you to add rape as well as incest to the catalogue of your crimes.
Hear, hear, Ambrosio!
Had you resisted me one minute longer, you had saved your body and soul.
The guards whom you heard at your prison door came to signify your pardon.
But I had already triumphed: My plots had already succeeded.
Scarcely could I propose crimes so quick as you performed them.
You are mine, and Heaven itself cannot rescue you from my power.
Hope not that your penitence will make void our contract.
Here is your bond signed with your blood;
You have given up your claim to mercy, and nothing can restore to you the rights which you have foolishly resigned.
Believe you that your secret thoughts escaped me?
No, no, I read them all!
You trusted that you should still have time for repentance.
I saw your artifice, knew its falsity, and rejoiced in deceiving the deceiver!
You are mine beyond reprieve: I burn to possess my right, and alive you quit not these mountains.
” During the Dæmon’s speech, Ambrosio had been stupefied by terror and surprize.
This last declaration rouzed him.
“Not quit these mountains alive?
” He exclaimed: “Perfidious, what mean you?
Have you forgotten our contract?
” The Fiend answered by a malicious laugh: “Our contract?
Have I not performed my part?
What more did I promise than to save you from your prison?
Have I not done so?
Are you not safe from the Inquisition—safe from all but from me?
Fool that you were to confide yourself to a Devil!
Why did you not stipulate for life, and power, and pleasure?
Then all would have been granted: Now, your reflections come too late.
Miscreant, prepare for death; You have not many hours to live!
” On hearing this sentence, dreadful were the feelings of the devoted Wretch!
He sank upon his knees, and raised his hands towards heaven.
The Fiend read his intention and prevented it— “What?
” He cried, darting at him a look of fury: “Dare you still implore the Eternal’s mercy?
Would you feign penitence, and again act an Hypocrite’s part?
Villain, resign your hopes of pardon.
Thus I secure my prey!
” As he said this, darting his talons into the monk’s shaven crown, he sprang with him from the rock.
The caves and mountains rang with Ambrosio’s shrieks.
The dæmon continued to soar aloft, till reaching a dreadful height, He released the sufferer.
Headlong fell the Monk through the airy waste; The sharp point of a rock received him; and He rolled from precipice to precipice, till bruised and mangled He rested on the river’s banks.
Life still existed in his miserable frame: He attempted in vain to raise himself; His broken and dislocated limbs refused to perform their office, nor was He able to quit the spot where He had first fallen.
The Sun now rose above the horizon; Its scorching beams darted full upon the head of the expiring Sinner.
Myriads of insects were called forth by the warmth; They drank the blood which trickled from Ambrosio’s wounds; He had no power to drive them from him, and they fastened upon his sores, darted their stings into his body, covered him with their multitudes, and inflicted on him tortures the most exquisite and insupportable.
The Eagles of the rock tore his flesh piecemeal, and dug out his eyeballs with their crooked beaks.
A
burning thirst tormented him; He heard the river’s murmur as it rolled beside him, but strove in vain to drag himself towards the sound.
Blind, maimed, helpless, and despairing, venting his rage in blasphemy and curses, execrating his existence, yet dreading the arrival of death destined to yield him up to greater torments, six miserable days did the Villain languish.
On the Seventh a violent storm arose: The winds in fury rent up rocks and forests: The sky was now black with clouds, now sheeted with fire: The rain fell in torrents; It swelled the stream; The waves overflowed their banks; They reached the spot where Ambrosio lay, and when they abated carried with them into the river the corse of the despairing monk.
Haughty Lady, why shrunk you back when yon poor frail-one drew near?
Was the air infected by her errors?
Was your purity soiled by her passing breath?
Ah!
Lady, smooth that insulting brow: stifle the reproach just bursting from your scornful lip: wound not a soul, that bleeds already!
She has suffered, suffers still.
Her air is gay, but her heart is broken; her dress sparkles, but her bosom groans.
Lady, to look with mercy on the conduct of others, is a virtue no less than to look with severity on your own.
FINIS.
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