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volume02-第30章

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 to discover。  A profound obscurity hovered through the void。  Damp vapours struck cold to the Friar's heart; and He listened sadly to the blast while it howled along the lonely Vaults。  Here Matilda stopped。  She turned to Ambrosio。  His cheeks and lips were pale with apprehension。  By a glance of mingled scorn and anger She reproved his pusillanimity; but She spoke not。  She placed the Lamp upon the ground; near the Basket。  She motioned that Ambrosio should be silent; and began the mysterious rites。  She drew a circle round him; another round herself; and then taking a small Phial from the Basket; poured a few drops upon the ground before her。  She bent over the place; muttered some indistinct sentences; and immediately a pale sulphurous flame arose from the ground。  It increased by degrees; and at length spread its waves over the whole surface; the circles alone excepted in which stood Matilda and the Monk。  It then ascended the huge Columns of unhewn stone; glided along the roof; and formed the Cavern into an immense chamber totally covered with blue trembling fire。  It emitted no heat:  On the contrary; the extreme chillness of the place seemed to augment with every moment。  Matilda continued her incantations:  At intervals She took various articles from the Basket; the nature and name of most of which were unknown to the Friar:  But among the few which He distinguished; He particularly observed three human fingers; and an Agnus Dei which She broke in pieces。  She threw them all into the flames which burned before her; and they were instantly consumed。

The Monk beheld her with anxious curiosity。  Suddenly She uttered a loud and piercing shriek。  She appeared to be seized with an access of delirium; She tore her hair; beat her bosom; used the most frantic gestures; and drawing the poignard from her girdle plunged it into her left arm。  The blood gushed out plentifully; and as She stood on the brink of the circle; She took care that it should fall on the outside。  The flames retired from the spot on which the blood was pouring。  A volume of dark clouds rose slowly from the ensanguined earth; and ascended gradually; till it reached the vault of the Cavern。  At the same time a clap of thunder was heard: The echo pealed fearfully along the subterraneous passages; and the ground shook beneath the feet of the Enchantress。

It was now that Ambrosio repented of his rashness。  The solemn singularity of the charm had prepared him for something strange and horrible。  He waited with fear for the Spirit's appearance; whose coming was announced by thunder and earthquakes。  He looked wildly round him; expecting that some dreadful Apparition would meet his eyes; the sight of which would drive him mad。  A cold shivering seized his body; and He sank upon one knee; unable to support himself。

'He comes!' exclaimed Matilda in a joyful accent。

Ambrosio started; and expected the Daemon with terror。  What was his surprize; when the Thunder ceasing to roll; a full strain of melodious Music sounded in the air。  At the same time the cloud dispersed; and He beheld a Figure more beautiful than Fancy's pencil ever drew。  It was a Youth seemingly scarce eighteen; the perfection of whose form and face was unrivalled。  He was perfectly naked:  A bright Star sparkled upon his forehead; Two crimson wings extended themselves from his shoulders; and his silken locks were confined by a band of many…coloured fires; which played round his head; formed themselves into a variety of figures; and shone with a brilliance far surpassing that of precious Stones。  Circlets of Diamonds were fastened round his arms and ankles; and in his right hand He bore a silver branch; imitating Myrtle。  His form shone with dazzling glory:  He was surrounded by clouds of rose…coloured light; and at the moment that He appeared; a refreshing air breathed perfumes through the Cavern。  Enchanted at a vision so contrary to his expectations; Ambrosio gazed upon the Spirit with delight and wonder:  Yet however beautiful the Figure; He could not but remark a wildness in the Daemon's eyes; and a mysterious melancholy impressed upon his features; betraying the Fallen Angel; and inspiring the Spectators with secret awe。

The Music ceased。  Matilda addressed herself to the Spirit:  She spoke in a language unintelligible to the Monk; and was answered in the same。  She seemed to insist upon something which the Daemon was unwilling to grant。  He frequently darted upon Ambrosio angry glances; and at such times the Friar's heart sank within him。  Matilda appeared to grow incensed。  She spoke in a loud and commanding tone; and her gestures declared that She was threatening him with her vengeance。  Her menaces had the desired effect:  The Spirit sank upon his knee; and with a submissive air presented to her the branch of Myrtle。  No sooner had She received it; than the Music was again heard; A thick cloud spread itself over the Apparition; The blue flames disappeared; and total obscurity reigned through the Cave。  The Abbot moved not from his place:  His faculties were all bound up in pleasure; anxiety; and surprize。  At length the darkness dispersing; He perceived Matilda standing near him in her religious habit; with the Myrtle in her hand。  No traces of the incantation; and the Vaults were only illuminated by the faint rays of the sepulchral Lamp。

'I have succeeded;' said Matilda; 'though with more difficulty than I expected。  Lucifer; whom I summoned to my assistance; was at first unwilling to obey my commands: To enforce his compliance I was constrained to have recourse to my strongest charms。  They have produced the desired effect; but I have engaged never more to invoke his agency in your favour。  Beware then; how you employ an opportunity which never will return。  My magic arts will now be of no use to you:  In future you can only hope for supernatural aid by invoking the Daemons yourself; and accepting the conditions of their service。  This you will never do:  You want strength of mind to force them to obedience; and unless you pay their established price; they will not be your voluntary Servants。  In this one instance they consent to obey you: I offer you the means of enjoying your Mistress; and be careful not to lose the opportunity。  Receive this constellated Myrtle:  While you bear this in your hand; every door will fly open to you。  It will procure you access tomorrow night to Antonia's chamber:  Then breathe upon it thrice; pronounce her name; and place it upon her pillow。  A death…like slumber will immediately seize upon her; and deprive her of the power of resisting your attempts。  Sleep will hold her till break of Morning。  In this state you may satisfy your desires without danger of being discovered; since when daylight shall dispel the effects of the enchantment; Antonia will perceive her dishonour; but be ignorant of the Ravisher。  Be happy then; my Ambrosio; and let this service convince you that my friendship is disinterested and pure。  The night must be near expiring:  Let us return to the Abbey; lest our absence should create surprize。'

The Abbot received the talisman with silent gratitude。  His ideas were too much bewildered by the adventures of the night to permit his expressing his thanks audibly; or indeed as yet to feel the whole value of her present。  Matilda took up her Lamp and Basket; and guided her Companion from the mysterious Cavern。  She restored the Lamp to its former place; and continued her route in darkness; till She reached the foot of the Staircase。 The first beams of the rising Sun darting down it facilitated the ascent。  Matilda and the Abbot hastened out of the Sepulchre; closed the door after them; and soon regained the Abbey's western Cloister。  No one met them; and they retired unobserved to their respective Cells。

The confusion of Ambrosio's mind now began to appease。  He rejoiced in the fortunate issue of his adventure; and reflecting upon the virtues of the Myrtle; looked upon Antonia as already in his power。  Imagination retraced to him those secret charms betrayed to him by the Enchanted Mirror; and He waited with impatience for the approach of midnight。 
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