第 53 节
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experiments。 The castle will suit me very well; provided you
will accept me as a neighbour; and place me and my friends under
your special protection。 I am rich; but I shall take nothing to
the castle worth robbing。 I will pay one rent to the count; and
another to you。'
〃With that we soon came to terms; and as the strange signor
doubled the sum I myself proposed; he is in high favour with all
his neighbours。 We would guard the whole castle against an army。
And now; signor; that I have been thus frank; be frank with me。
Who is this singular cavalier?〃
〃Who?he himself told you; a philosopher。〃
〃Hem! searching for the Philosopher's Stone;eh; a bit of a
magician; afraid of the priests?〃
〃Precisely; you have hit it。〃
〃I thought so; and you are his pupil?〃
〃I am。〃
〃I wish you well through it;〃 said the robber; seriously; and
crossing himself with much devotion; 〃I am not much better than
other people; but one's soul is one's soul。 I do not mind a
little honest robbery; or knocking a man on the head if need be;
but to make a bargain with the devil! Ah; take care; young
gentleman; take care!〃
〃You need not fear;〃 said Glyndon; smiling; 〃my preceptor is too
wise and too good for such a compact。 But here we are; I
suppose。 A noble ruin;a glorious prospect!〃
Glyndon paused delightedly; and surveyed the scene before and
below with the eye of a painter。 Insensibly; while listening to
the bandit; he had wound up a considerable ascent; and now he was
upon a broad ledge of rock covered with mosses and dwarf shrubs。
Between this eminence and another of equal height; upon which the
castle was built; there was a deep but narrow fissure; overgrown
with the most profuse foliage; so that the eye could not
penetrate many yards below the rugged surface of the abyss; but
the profoundness might be well conjectured by the hoarse; low;
monotonous roar of waters unseen that rolled below; and the
subsequent course of which was visible at a distance in a
perturbed and rapid stream that intersected the waste and
desolate valleys。
To the left; the prospect seemed almost boundless;the extreme
clearness of the purple air serving to render distinct the
features of a range of country that a conqueror of old might have
deemed in itself a kingdom。 Lonely and desolate as the road
which Glyndon had passed that day had appeared; the landscape now
seemed studded with castles; spires; and villages。 Afar off;
Naples gleamed whitely in the last rays of the sun; and the
rose…tints of the horizon melted into the azure of her glorious
bay。 Yet more remote; and in another part of the prospect; might
be caught; dim and shadowy; and backed by the darkest foliage;
the ruined pillars of the ancient Posidonia。 There; in the midst
of his blackened and sterile realms; rose the dismal Mount of
Fire; while on the other hand; winding through variegated plains;
to which distance lent all its magic; glittered many and many a
stream by which Etruscan and Sybarite; Roman and Saracen and
Norman had; at intervals of ages; pitched the invading tent。 All
the visions of the pastthe stormy and dazzling histories of
Southern Italyrushed over the artist's mind as he gazed below。
And then; slowly turning to look behind; he saw the grey and
mouldering walls of the castle in which he sought the secrets
that were to give to hope in the future a mightier empire than
memory owns in the past。 It was one of those baronial fortresses
with which Italy was studded in the earlier middle ages; having
but little of the Gothic grace or grandeur which belongs to the
ecclesiastical architecture of the same time; but rude; vast; and
menacing; even in decay。 A wooden bridge was thrown over the
chasm; wide enough to admit two horsemen abreast; and the planks
trembled and gave back a hollow sound as Glyndon urged his jaded
steed across。
A road which had once been broad and paved with rough flags; but
which now was half…obliterated by long grass and rank weeds;
conducted to the outer court of the castle hard by; the gates
were open; and half the building in this part was dismantled; the
ruins partially hid by ivy that was the growth of centuries。 But
on entering the inner court; Glyndon was not sorry to notice that
there was less appearance of neglect and decay; some wild roses
gave a smile to the grey walls; and in the centre there was a
fountain in which the waters still trickled coolly; and with a
pleasing murmur; from the jaws of a gigantic Triton。 Here he was
met by Mejnour with a smile。
〃Welcome; my friend and pupil;〃 said he: 〃he who seeks for Truth
can find in these solitudes an immortal Academe。〃
CHAPTER 4。II。
And Abaris; so far from esteeming Pythagoras; who taught these
things; a necromancer or wizard; rather revered and admired him
as something divine。Iamblich。; 〃Vit。 Pythag。〃
The attendants whom Mejnour had engaged for his strange abode
were such as might suit a philosopher of few wants。 An old
Armenian whom Glyndon recognised as in the mystic's service at
Naples; a tall; hard…featured woman from the village; recommended
by Maestro Paolo; and two long…haired; smooth…spoken; but
fierce…visaged youths from the same place; and honoured by the
same sponsorship; constituted the establishment。 The rooms used
by the sage were commodious and weather…proof; with some remains
of ancient splendour in the faded arras that clothed the walls;
and the huge tables of costly marble and elaborate carving。
Glyndon's sleeping apartment communicated with a kind of
belvedere; or terrace; that commanded prospects of unrivalled
beauty and extent; and was separated on the other side by a long
gallery; and a flight of ten or a dozen stairs; from the private
chambers of the mystic。 There was about the whole place a sombre
and yet not displeasing depth of repose。 It suited well with the
studies to which it was now to be appropriated。
For several days Mejnour refused to confer with Glyndon on the
subjects nearest to his heart。
〃All without;〃 said he; 〃is prepared; but not all within; your
own soul must grow accustomed to the spot; and filled with the
surrounding nature; for Nature is the source of all inspiration。〃
With these words Mejnour turned to lighter topics。 He made the
Englishman accompany him in long rambles through the wild scenes
around; and he smiled approvingly when the young artist gave way
to the enthusiasm which their fearful beauty could not have
failed to rouse in a duller breast; and then Mejnour poured forth
to his wondering pupil the stores of a knowledge that seemed
inexhaustible and boundless。 He gave accounts the most curious;
graphic; and minute of the various races (their characters;
habits; creeds; and manners) by which that fair land had been
successively overrun。 It is true that his descriptions could not
be found in books; and were unsupported by learned authorities;
but he possessed the true charm of the tale…teller; and spoke of
all with the animated confidence of a personal witness。
Sometimes; too; he would converse upon the more durable and the
loftier mysteries of Nature with an eloquence and a research
which invested them with all the colours rather of poetry than
science。 Insensibly the young artist found himself elevated and
soothed by the lore of his companion; the fever of his wild
desires was slaked。 His mind became more and more lulled into
the divine tranquillity of contemplation; he felt himself a
nobler being; and in the silence of his senses he imagined that
he heard the voice of his soul。
It was to this state that Mejnour evidently sought to bring the
neophyte; and in this elementary initiation the mystic was like
every more ordinary sage。 For he who seeks to DISCOVER must
first reduce himself into a kind of abstract idealism; and be
rendered up; in solemn and sweet bondage; to the faculties which
CONTEMPLATE and IMAGINE。
Glyndon noticed that; in their rambles; Mejnour often paused;
where the foliage was rifest; to gather some herb or flower; and
this reminded him that he had seen Zanoni similarly occupied。
〃Can these humble children of Nature;〃 said he one day to
Mejnour;〃things that bloom and wither in a day; be serviceable
to the science of the higher secrets? Is there a pharmacy for
the soul as well as the body; and do the nurslings of the summer
minister not only to human health but spiritual immortality?〃
〃If;〃 answered Mejnour; 〃a stranger had visited a wandering tribe
before one property of herbalism was known to them; if he had
told the savages that the herbs which every day they trampled
under foot were endowed with the most potent virtues; that one
would restore to health a brother on the verge of death; that
another would paralyse into idiocy their wisest sage; that a
third would strike lifeless to the dust their most stalwart
champ