<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></SPAN>CHAPTER XX</h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">the gardener's story, continued</span></p>
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<p>HE new superstition spread at first
over Syria and Africa; it won
over the seaports where the filthy
rabble swarm, and, penetrating into
Italy, infected at first the courtesans
and the slaves, and then made rapid progress
among the middle classes of the towns. But
for a long while the country-side remained undisturbed.
As in the past, the villagers consecrated
a pine tree to Diana, and sprinkled it every year
with the blood of a young boar; they propitiated
their Lares with the sacrifice of a sow, and offered
to Bacchus—benefactor of mankind—a kid of
dazzling whiteness, or if they were too poor for this,
at least they had a little wine and a little flour from
the vineyard and from the fields for their household
gods. We had taught them that it sufficed to
approach the altar with clean hands, and that the
gods rejoiced over a modest offering.</p>
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<p>"Nevertheless, the reign of Iahveh proclaimed
its advent in a hundred places by its extravagances.
The Christians burnt books, overthrew temples, set<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</SPAN></span>
fire to the towns, and carried on their ravages as far
as the deserts. There, thousands of unhappy beings,
turning their fury against themselves, lacerated
their sides with points of steel. And from the whole
earth the sighs of voluntary victims rose up to God
like songs of praise.</p>
<p>"My shadowy retreat could not escape for long
from the fury of their madness.</p>
<p>"On the summit of the hill which overlooked the
olive woods, brightened daily with the sounds of my
flute, had stood since the earliest days of the Pax
Romana, a small marble temple, round as the huts
of our forefathers. It had no walls, but on a base
of seven steps, sixteen columns rose in a circle with
the acanthus on the capitals, bearing a cupola of
white tiles. This cupola sheltered a statue of Love
fashioning his bow, the work of an Athenian sculptor.
The child seemed to breathe, joy was welling from
his lips, all his limbs were harmonious and polished.
I honoured this image of the most powerful of
all the gods, and I taught the villagers to bear
to him as an offering a cup crowned with verbena
and filled with wine two summers old.</p>
<p>"One day, when seated as my custom was at
the feet of the god, pondering precepts and songs,
an unknown man, wild-looking, with unkempt
hair, approached the temple, sprang at one bound
up the marble steps, and with savage glee exclaimed:<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"'Die, poisoner of souls, and joy and beauty
perish with you.' He spoke thus, and drawing an
axe from his girdle raised it against the god. I
stayed his arm, I threw him down, and trampled
him under my feet.</p>
<p>"'Demon,' he cried desperately, 'suffer me to
overturn this idol, and you may slay me afterwards.'</p>
<p>"I heeded not his atrocious plea, but leaned with
all my might on his chest, which cracked under my
knee, and, squeezing his throat with my two hands,
I strangled the impious one.</p>
<p>"While he lay there, with purple face and lolling
tongue, at the feet of the smiling god, I went to
purify myself at the sacred stream. Then leaving
this land, now the prey of the Christian, I passed
through Gaul and gained the banks of the Saône,
whither Dionysus had, in days gone by, carried the
vine. The god of the Christians had not yet been
proclaimed to this happy people. They worshipped
for its beauty a leafy beech-tree, whose honoured
branches swept the ground, and they hung fillets
of wool thereon. They also worshipped a sacred
stream and set up images of clay in a dripping grotto.
They made offering of little cheeses and a bowl of
milk to the Nymphs of the woods and mountains.</p>
<p>"But soon an apostle of sorrow was sent to them
by the new God. He was drier than a smoked fish.
Although attenuated with fasting and watching,
he taught with unabated ardour all manner of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</SPAN></span>
gloomy mysteries. He loved suffering, and thought
it good; his anger fell upon all that was beautiful,
comely, and joyous. The sacred tree fell beneath
his hatchet. He hated the Nymphs, because they
were beautiful, and he flung imprecations at them
when their shining limbs gleamed among the leaves
at evening, and he held my melodious flute in
aversion. The poor wretch thought that there
were certain forms of words wherewith to put to
flight the deathless spirits that dwell in the cool
groves, and in the depths of the woods and on the
tops of the mountains. He thought to conquer us
with a few drops of water over which he had pronounced
certain words and made certain gestures.
The Nymphs, to avenge themselves, appeared to
him at nightfall and inflamed him with desire which
the foolish knave thought animal; then they fled,
their laughter scattered like grain over the fields,
while their victim lay tossing with burning limbs on
his couch of leaves. Thus do the divine nymphs
laugh at exorcisers, and mock the wicked and their
sordid chastity.</p>
<p>"The apostle did not do as much harm as he
wished, because his teaching was given to the simple
souls living in obedience to Nature, and because the
mediocrity of most of mankind is such that they gain
but little from the principles inculcated in them.
The little wood in which I dwelt belonged to a Gaul
of senatorial family, who retained some traces of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</SPAN></span>
Latin elegance. He loved his young freed-woman
and shared with her his bed of broidered purple.
His slaves cultivated his garden and his vineyard;
he was a poet and sang, in imitation of Ausonius,
Venus whipping her son with roses. Although a
Christian, he offered me milk, fruit, and vegetables
as if I were the genius of the place. In return I
charmed his idle moments with the music of my
flute, and I gave him happy dreams. In fact, these
peaceful Gauls knew very little of Iahveh and his
son.</p>
<p>"But now behold fires looming on the horizon,
and ashes driven by the wind fall within our forest
glades. Peasants come driving a long file of waggons
along the roads or urging their flocks before them.
Cries of terror rise from the villages, 'The Burgundians
are upon us!'</p>
<p>"Now one horseman is seen, lance in hand,
clad in shining bronze, his long red hair falling in
two plaits on his shoulders. Then come two, then
twenty, then thousands, wild and blood-stained;
old men and children they put to the sword, ay,
even aged grandams whose grey hairs cleave to the
soles of the slaughterer's boots, mingled with the
brains of babes new-born. My young Gaul and
his young freed-woman stain with their blood the
couch broidered with narcissi. The barbarians
burn the basilicas to roast their oxen whole, shatter
the amphoræ, and drain the wine in the mud of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</SPAN></span>
flooded cellars. Their women accompany them,
huddled, half naked, in their war chariots. When
the Senate, the dwellers in the cities, and the
leaders of the churches had perished in the flames,
the Burgundians, soddened with wine, lay down to
slumber beneath the arcades of the Forum. Two
weeks later one of them might have been seen
smiling in his shaggy beard at the little child whom,
on the threshold of their dwelling, his fair-haired
spouse gathers in her arms; while another, kindling
the fire of his forge, hammers out his iron with
measured stroke; another sings beneath the oak tree
to his assembled comrades of the gods and heroes
of his race; and yet others spread out for sale stones
fallen from Heaven, aurochs' horns, and amulets.
And the former inhabitants of the country, regaining
courage little by little, crept from the woods where
they had fled for refuge, and returned to rebuild
their burnt-down cabins, plough their fields, and
prune their vines.</p>
<p>"Once more life resumed its normal course; but
those times were the most wretched that mankind
had yet experienced. The barbarians swarmed over
the whole Empire. Their ways were uncouth, and
as they nurtured feelings of vengeance and greed,
they firmly believed in the ransom of sin.</p>
<p>"The fable of Iahveh and his son pleased them,
and they believed it all the more easily in that it
was taught them by the Romans whom they knew<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</SPAN></span>
to be wiser than themselves, and to whose arts and
mode of life they yielded secret admiration. Alas!
the heritage of Greece and Rome had fallen into
the hands of fools. All knowledge was lost. In
those days it was held to be a great merit to sing
among the choir, and those who remembered a few
sentences from the Bible passed for prodigious
geniuses. There were still poets as there were birds,
but their verse went lame in every foot. The
ancient demons, the good genii of mankind, shorn
of their honours, driven forth, pursued, hunted
down, remained hidden in the woods. There, if they
still showed themselves to men, they adopted, to hold
them in awe, a terrible face, a red, green, or black
skin, baleful eyes, an enormous mouth fringed with
boars' teeth, horns, a tail, and sometimes a human
face on their bellies. The nymphs remained fair,
and the barbarians, ignorant of the winsome names
they bore in other days, called them fairies, and,
imputing to them a capricious character and puerile
tastes, both feared and loved them.</p>
<p>"We had suffered a grievous fall, and our ranks
were sadly thinned; nevertheless we did not lose
courage and, maintaining a laughing aspect and a
benevolent spirit, we were in those direful days the
real friends of mankind. Perceiving that the barbarians
grew daily less sombre and less ferocious, we
lent ourselves to the task of conversing with them
under all sorts of disguises. We incited them, with<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</SPAN></span>
a thousand precautions, and by prudent circumlocutions,
not to acknowledge the old Iahveh as an
infallible master, not blindly to obey his orders, and
not to fear his menaces. When need was, we had
recourse to magic. We exhorted them unceasingly
to study nature and to strive to discover the traces
of ancient wisdom.</p>
<p>"These warriors from the North—rude though
they were—were acquainted with some mechanical
arts. They thought they saw combats in the
heavens; the sound of the harp drew tears from
their eyes; and perchance they had souls capable
of greater things than the degenerate Gauls and
Romans whose lands they had invaded. They
knew not how to hew stone or to polish marble;
but they caused porphyry and columns to be brought
from Rome and from Ravenna; their chief men
took for their seal a gem engraved by a Greek in the
days when Beauty reigned supreme. They raised
walls with bricks, cunningly arranged like ears of
corn, and succeeded in building quite pleasing-looking
churches with cornices upheld by consoles depicting
grim faces, and heavy capitals whereon were
represented monsters devouring one another.</p>
<p>"We taught them letters and sciences. A mouthpiece
of their god, one Gerbert, took lessons in
physics, arithmetic, and music with us, and it was
said that he had sold us his soul. Centuries passed,
and man's ways remained violent. It was a world<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</SPAN></span>
given up to fire and blood. The successors of the
studious Gerbert, not content with the possession
of souls (the profits one gains thereby are lighter
than air), wished to possess bodies also. They
pretended that their universal and prescriptive
monarchy was held from a fisherman on the lake of
Tiberias. One of them thought for a moment to
prevail over the loutish Germanus, successor to
Augustus. But finally the spiritual had to come to
terms with the temporal, and the nations were torn
between two opposing masters.</p>
<p>"Nations took shape amid horrible tumult. On
every side were wars, famines, and internecine
conflicts. Since they attributed the innumerable
ills that fell upon them to their God, they called
him the Most Good, not by way of irony, but because
to them the best was he who smote the hardest. In
those days of violence, to give myself leisure for
study I adopted a <i>rôle</i> which may surprise you, but
which was exceedingly wise.</p>
<p>"Between the Saône and the mountains of
Charolais, where the cattle pasture, there lies a
wooded hill sloping gently down to fields watered
by a clear stream. There stood a monastery
celebrated throughout the Christian world. I hid
my cloven feet under a robe and became a monk in
this Abbey, where I lived peacefully, sheltered from
the men at arms who to friend or foe alike showed
themselves equally exacting. Man, who had re<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</SPAN></span>lapsed
into childhood, had all his lessons to learn
over again. Brother Luke, whose cell was next to
mine, studied the habits of animals and taught us
that the weasel conceives her young within her ear.
I culled simples in the fields wherewith to soothe the
sick, who until then were made by way of treatment
to touch the relics of saints. In the Abbey were
several demons similar to myself whom I recognised
by their cloven feet and by their kindly speech. We
joined forces in our endeavours to polish the rough
mind of the monks.</p>
<p>"While the little children played at hop-scotch
under the Abbey walls our friends the monks devoted
themselves to another game equally unprofitable,
at which, nevertheless, I joined them,
for one must kill time,—that, when one comes to
think of it, is the sole business of life. Our game
was a game of words which pleased our coarse yet
subtle minds, set school fulminating against school,
and put all Christendom in an uproar. We formed
ourselves into two opposing camps. One camp
maintained that before there were apples there was
the Apple; that before there were popinjays there
was the Popinjay; that before there were lewd and
greedy monks there was the Monk, Lewdness and
Greed; that before there were feet and before
there were posteriors in this world the kick in the
posterior must have had existence for all eternity in
the bosom of God. The other camp replied that,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</SPAN></span>
on the contrary, apples gave man the idea of the
apple; popinjays the idea of the popinjay; monks
the idea of the monk, greed and lewdness, and that
the kick in the posterior existed only after having
been duly given and received. The players grew
heated and came to fisticuffs. I was an adherent of
the second party, which satisfied my reason better,
and which was, in fact, condemned by the Council
of Soissons.</p>
<p>"Meanwhile, not content with fighting among
themselves, vassal against suzerain, suzerain against
vassal, the great lords took it into their heads to go
and fight in the East. They said, as well as I can
remember, that they were going to deliver the tomb
of the son of God.</p>
<p>"They said so, but their adventurous and covetous
spirit excited them to go forth and seek lands,
women, slaves, gold, myrrh, and incense. These
expeditions, need it be said, proved disastrous;
but our thick-headed compatriots brought back with
them the knowledge of certain crafts and oriental
arts and a taste for luxury. Henceforth we had less
difficulty in making them work and in putting them
in the way of inventions. We built wonderfully
beautiful churches, with daringly pierced arches,
lancet-shaped windows, high towers, thousands of
pointed spires, which, rising in the sky towards
Iahveh, bore at one and the same time the prayers
of the humble and the threats of the proud, for it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</SPAN></span>
was all as much our doing as the work of men's hands;
and it was a strange sight to see men and demons
working together at a cathedral, each one sawing,
polishing, collecting stones, graving, on capital and
on cornice, nettles, thorns, thistles, wild parsley, and
wild strawberry,—carving faces of virgins and saints
and weird figures of serpents, fishes with asses'
heads, apes scratching their buttocks; each one, in
fact, putting his own particular talent,—mocking,
sublime, grotesque, modest, or audacious,—into the
work and making of it all a harmonious cacophony,
a rapturous anthem of joy and sorrow, a Babel of
victory. At our instigation the carvers, the gold-smiths,
the enamellers, accomplished marvels and all
the sumptuary arts flourished at once; there were silks
at Lyons, tapestries at Arras, linen at Rheims, cloth
at Rouen. The good merchants rode on their palfreys
to the fairs, bearing pieces of velvet and brocade,
embroideries, orfrays, jewels, vessels of silver, and
illuminated books. Strollers and players set up their
trestles in the churches and in the public squares,
and represented, according to their lights, simple
chronicles of Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Women
decked themselves in splendid raiment and lisped
of love.</p>
<p>"In the spring when the sky was blue, nobles and
peasants were possessed with the desire to make
merry in the flower-strewn meadows. The fiddler
tuned his instrument, and ladies, knights and demoi<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</SPAN></span>selles,
townsfolk, villagers and maidens, holding
hands, began the dance. But suddenly War,
Pestilence, and Famine entered the circle, and Death,
tearing the violin from the fiddler's hands, led the
dance. Fire devoured village and monastery. The
men-at-arms hanged the peasants on the sign-posts
at the cross-roads when they were unable to pay
ransom, and bound pregnant women to tree-trunks,
where at night the wolves came and devoured the
fruit within the womb. The poor people lost their
senses. Sometimes, peace being re-established, and
good times come again, they were seized with mad,
unreasoning terror, abandoned their homes, and
rushed hither and thither in troops, half naked,
tearing themselves with iron hooks, and singing. I
do not accuse Iahveh and his son of all this evil.
Many ill things occurred without him and even in
spite of him. But where I recognise the instigation
of the All Good (as they called him) was in the
custom instituted by his pastors, and established
throughout Christendom, of burning, to the sound
of bells and the singing of psalms, both men and
women who, taught by the demons, professed,
concerning this God, opinions of their own."</p>
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