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首页 A House of Pomegranates石榴之家

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A House of Pomegranates石榴之家

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AHouseofPomegranatesAHouseofPomegranatesAHouseofPomegranatesTHEYOUNGKINGTOMARGARETLADYBROOKETHERANEEOFSARAWAKItwasthenightbeforethedayfixedforhiscoronation,andtheyoungKingwassittingaloneinhisbeautifulchamberHiscourtiershadalltakentheirleaveofhim,bowingtheirheadstotheground,accordingtotheceremonioususageoftheday,andhadretiredtotheGreatHallofthePalace,toreceiveafewlastlessonsfromtheProfessorofEtiquettetherebeingsomeofthemwhohadstillquitenaturalmanners,whichinacourtieris,Ineedhardlysay,averygraveoffenceTheladforhewasonlyalad,beingbutsixteenyearsofagewasnotsorryattheirdeparture,andhadflunghimselfbackwithadeepsighofreliefonthesoftcushionsofhisembroideredcouch,lyingthere,wildeyedandopenmouthed,likeabrownwoodlandFaun,orsomeyounganimaloftheforestnewlysnaredbythehuntersAnd,indeed,itwasthehunterswhohadfoundhim,cominguponhimalmostbychanceas,barelimbedandpipeinhand,hewasfollowingtheflockofthepoorgoatherdwhohadbroughthimup,andwhosesonhehadalwaysfanciedhimselftobeThechildoftheoldKing'sonlydaughterbyasecretmarriagewithonemuchbeneathherinstationastranger,somesaid,who,bythewonderfulmagicofhisluteplaying,hadmadetheyoungPrincesslovehimwhileothersspokeofanartistfromRimini,towhomthePrincesshadshownmuch,perhapstoomuchhonour,andwhohadsuddenlydisappearedfromthecity,leavinghisworkintheCathedralunfinishedhehadbeen,whenbutaweekold,stolenawayfromhismother'sside,assheslept,andgivenintothechargeofacommonpeasantandhiswife,whowerewithoutchildrenoftheirown,andlivedinaremotepartoftheforest,morethanaday'sridefromthetownGrief,orAHouseofPomegranatestheplague,asthecourtphysicianstated,or,assomesuggested,aswiftItalianpoisonadministeredinacupofspicedwine,slew,withinanhourofherwakening,thewhitegirlwhohadgivenhimbirth,andasthetrustymessengerwhobarethechildacrosshissaddlebowstoopedfromhiswearyhorseandknockedattherudedoorofthegoatherd'shut,thebodyofthePrincesswasbeingloweredintoanopengravethathadbeenduginadesertedchurchyard,beyondthecitygates,agravewhereitwassaidthatanotherbodywasalsolying,thatofayoungmanofmarvellousandforeignbeauty,whosehandsweretiedbehindhimwithaknottedcord,andwhosebreastwasstabbedwithmanyredwoundsSuch,atleast,wasthestorythatmenwhisperedtoeachotherCertainitwasthattheoldKing,whenonhisdeathbed,whethermovedbyremorseforhisgreatsin,ormerelydesiringthatthekingdomshouldnotpassawayfromhisline,hadhadtheladsentfor,and,inthepresenceoftheCouncil,hadacknowledgedhimashisheirAnditseemsthatfromtheveryfirstmomentofhisrecognitionhehadshownsignsofthatstrangepassionforbeautythatwasdestinedtohavesogreataninfluenceoverhislifeThosewhoaccompaniedhimtothesuiteofroomssetapartforhisservice,oftenspokeofthecryofpleasurethatbrokefromhislipswhenhesawthedelicateraimentandrichjewelsthathadbeenpreparedforhim,andofthealmostfiercejoywithwhichheflungasidehisroughleatherntunicandcoarsesheepskincloakHemissed,indeed,attimesthefinefreedomofhisforestlife,andwasalwaysapttochafeatthetediousCourtceremoniesthatoccupiedsomuchofeachday,butthewonderfulpalaceJOYEUSE,astheycalleditofwhichhenowfoundhimselflord,seemedtohimtobeanewworldfreshfashionedforhisdelightandassoonashecouldescapefromthecouncilboardoraudiencechamber,hewouldrundownthegreatstaircase,withitslionsofgiltbronzeanditsstepsofbrightporphyry,andwanderfromroomtoroom,andfromcorridortocorridor,likeonewhowasseekingtofindinbeautyananodynefrompain,asortofrestorationfromsicknessUponthesejourneysofdiscovery,ashewouldcallthemand,indeed,AHouseofPomegranatestheyweretohimrealvoyagesthroughamarvellousland,hewouldsometimesbeaccompaniedbytheslim,fairhairedCourtpages,withtheirfloatingmantles,andgayflutteringribandsbutmoreoftenhewouldbealone,feelingthroughacertainquickinstinct,whichwasalmostadivination,thatthesecretsofartarebestlearnedinsecret,andthatBeauty,likeWisdom,lovesthelonelyworshipperManycuriousstorieswererelatedabouthimatthisperiodItwassaidthatastoutBurgomaster,whohadcometodeliverafloridoratoricaladdressonbehalfofthecitizensofthetown,hadcaughtsightofhimkneelinginrealadorationbeforeagreatpicturethathadjustbeenbroughtfromVenice,andthatseemedtoheraldtheworshipofsomenewgodsOnanotheroccasionhehadbeenmissedforseveralhours,andafteralengthenedsearchhadbeendiscoveredinalittlechamberinoneofthenorthernturretsofthepalacegazing,asoneinatrance,ataGreekgemcarvedwiththefigureofAdonisHehadbeenseen,sothetaleran,pressinghiswarmlipstothemarblebrowofanantiquestatuethathadbeendiscoveredinthebedoftheriverontheoccasionofthebuildingofthestonebridge,andwasinscribedwiththenameoftheBithynianslaveofHadrianHehadpassedawholenightinnotingtheeffectofthemoonlightonasilverimageofEndymionAllrareandcostlymaterialshadcertainlyagreatfascinationforhim,andinhiseagernesstoprocurethemhehadsentawaymanymerchants,sometotrafficforamberwiththeroughfisherfolkofthenorthseas,sometoEgypttolookforthatcuriousgreenturquoisewhichisfoundonlyinthetombsofkings,andissaidtopossessmagicalproperties,sometoPersiaforsilkencarpetsandpaintedpottery,andotherstoIndiatobuygauzeandstainedivory,moonstonesandbraceletsofjade,sandalwoodandblueenamelandshawlsoffinewoolButwhathadoccupiedhimmostwastherobehewastowearathiscoronation,therobeoftissuedgold,andtherubystuddedcrown,andthesceptrewithitsrowsandringsofpearlsIndeed,itwasofthisthathewasthinkingtonight,ashelaybackonhisluxuriouscouch,watchingtheAHouseofPomegranatesgreatpinewoodlogthatwasburningitselfoutontheopenhearthThedesigns,whichwerefromthehandsofthemostfamousartistsofthetime,hadbeensubmittedtohimmanymonthsbefore,andhehadgivenordersthattheartificersweretotoilnightanddaytocarrythemout,andthatthewholeworldwastobesearchedforjewelsthatwouldbeworthyoftheirworkHesawhimselfinfancystandingatthehighaltarofthecathedralinthefairraimentofaKing,andasmileplayedandlingeredabouthisboyishlips,andlitupwithabrightlustrehisdarkwoodlandeyesAftersometimeherosefromhisseat,andleaningagainstthecarvedpenthouseofthechimney,lookedroundatthedimlylitroomThewallswerehungwithrichtapestriesrepresentingtheTriumphofBeautyAlargepress,inlaidwithagateandlapislazuli,filledonecorner,andfacingthewindowstoodacuriouslywroughtcabinetwithlacquerpanelsofpowderedandmosaicedgold,onwhichwereplacedsomedelicategobletsofVenetianglass,andacupofdarkveinedonyxPalepoppieswerebroideredonthesilkcoverletofthebed,asthoughtheyhadfallenfromthetiredhandsofsleep,andtallreedsofflutedivorybareupthevelvetcanopy,fromwhichgreattuftsofostrichplumessprang,likewhitefoam,tothepallidsilverofthefrettedceilingAlaughingNarcissusingreenbronzeheldapolishedmirroraboveitsheadOnthetablestoodaflatbowlofamethystOutsidehecouldseethehugedomeofthecathedral,loominglikeabubbleovertheshadowyhouses,andthewearysentinelspacingupanddownonthemistyterracebytheriverFaraway,inanorchard,anightingalewassingingAfaintperfumeofjasminecamethroughtheopenwindowHebrushedhisbrowncurlsbackfromhisforehead,andtakingupalute,lethisfingersstrayacrossthecordsHisheavyeyelidsdrooped,andastrangelanguorcameoverhimNeverbeforehadhefeltsokeenly,orwithsuchexquisitejoy,themagicandthemysteryofbeautifulthingsWhenmidnightsoundedfromtheclocktowerhetouchedabell,andhispagesenteredanddisrobedhimwithmuchceremony,pouringroseAHouseofPomegranateswateroverhishands,andstrewingflowersonhispillowAfewmomentsafterthattheyhadlefttheroom,hefellasleepAndasheslepthedreamedadream,andthiswashisdreamHethoughtthathewasstandinginalong,lowattic,amidstthewhirandclatterofmanyloomsThemeagredaylightpeeredinthroughthegratedwindows,andshowedhimthegauntfiguresoftheweaversbendingovertheircasesPale,sicklylookingchildrenwerecrouchedonthehugecrossbeamsAstheshuttlesdashedthroughthewarptheylifteduptheheavybattens,andwhentheshuttlesstoppedtheyletthebattensfallandpressedthethreadstogetherTheirfaceswerepinchedwithfamine,andtheirthinhandsshookandtrembledSomehaggardwomenwereseatedatatablesewingAhorribleodourfilledtheplaceTheairwasfoulandheavy,andthewallsdrippedandstreamedwithdampTheyoungKingwentovertooneoftheweavers,andstoodbyhimandwatchedhimAndtheweaverlookedathimangrily,andsaid,'WhyartthouwatchingmeArtthouaspysetonusbyourmaster''Whoisthymaster'askedtheyoungKing'Ourmaster!'criedtheweaver,bitterly'HeisamanlikemyselfIndeed,thereisbutthisdifferencebetweenusthathewearsfineclotheswhileIgoinrags,andthatwhileIamweakfromhungerhesuffersnotalittlefromoverfeeding''Thelandisfree,'saidtheyoungKing,'andthouartnoman'sslave''Inwar,'answeredtheweaver,'thestrongmakeslavesoftheweak,andinpeacetherichmakeslavesofthepoorWemustworktolive,andtheygiveussuchmeanwagesthatwedieWetoilforthemalldaylong,andtheyheapupgoldintheircoffers,andourchildrenfadeawaybeforetheirtime,andthefacesofthosewelovebecomehardandevilWetreadoutthegrapes,andanotherdrinksthewineWesowthecorn,andourownboardisemptyWehavechains,thoughnoeyebeholdsthemandareslaves,thoughmencallusfree''Isitsowithall'heasked,AHouseofPomegranates'Itissowithall,'answeredtheweaver,'withtheyoungaswellaswiththeold,withthewomenaswellaswiththemen,withthelittlechildrenaswellaswiththosewhoarestrickeninyearsThemerchantsgrindusdown,andwemustneedsdotheirbiddingThepriestridesbyandtellshisbeads,andnomanhascareofusThroughoursunlesslanescreepsPovertywithherhungryeyes,andSinwithhissoddenfacefollowsclosebehindherMiserywakesusinthemorning,andShamesitswithusatnightButwhatarethesethingstotheeThouartnotoneofusThyfaceistoohappy'Andheturnedawayscowling,andthrewtheshuttleacrosstheloom,andtheyoungKingsawthatitwasthreadedwithathreadofgoldAndagreatterrorseizeduponhim,andhesaidtotheweaver,'Whatrobeisthisthatthouartweaving''ItistherobeforthecoronationoftheyoungKing,'heanswered'whatisthattothee'AndtheyoungKinggavealoudcryandwoke,andlo!hewasinhisownchamber,andthroughthewindowhesawthegreathoneycolouredmoonhangingintheduskyairAndhefellasleepagainanddreamed,andthiswashisdreamHethoughtthathewaslyingonthedeckofahugegalleythatwasbeingrowedbyahundredslavesOnacarpetbyhissidethemasterofthegalleywasseatedHewasblackasebony,andhisturbanwasofcrimsonsilkGreatearringsofsilverdraggeddownthethicklobesofhisears,andinhishandshehadapairofivoryscalesTheslaveswerenaked,butforaraggedloincloth,andeachmanwaschainedtohisneighbourThehotsunbeatbrightlyuponthem,andthenegroesranupanddownthegangwayandlashedthemwithwhipsofhideTheystretchedouttheirleanarmsandpulledtheheavyoarsthroughthewaterThesaltsprayflewfromthebladesAtlasttheyreachedalittlebay,andbegantotakesoundingsAlightwindblewfromtheshore,andcoveredthedeckandthegreatlateensailwithafinereddustThreeArabsmountedonwildassesrodeoutandthrewspearsatthemThemasterofthegalleytookapaintedbowinhisAHouseofPomegranateshandandshotoneoftheminthethroatHefellheavilyintothesurf,andhiscompanionsgallopedawayAwomanwrappedinayellowveilfollowedslowlyonacamel,lookingbacknowandthenatthedeadbodyAssoonastheyhadcastanchorandhauleddownthesail,thenegroeswentintotheholdandbroughtupalongropeladder,heavilyweightedwithleadThemasterofthegalleythrewitovertheside,makingtheendsfasttotwoironstanchionsThenthenegroesseizedtheyoungestoftheslavesandknockedhisgyvesoff,andfilledhisnostrilsandhisearswithwax,andtiedabigstoneroundhiswaistHecreptwearilydowntheladder,anddisappearedintotheseaAfewbubblesrosewherehesankSomeoftheotherslavespeeredcuriouslyoverthesideAttheprowofthegalleysatasharkcharmer,beatingmonotonouslyuponadrumAftersometimethediverroseupoutofthewater,andclungpantingtotheladderwithapearlinhisrighthandThenegroesseizeditfromhim,andthrusthimbackTheslavesfellasleepovertheiroarsAgainandagainhecameup,andeachtimethathedidsohebroughtwithhimabeautifulpearlThemasterofthegalleyweighedthem,andputthemintoalittlebagofgreenleatherTheyoungKingtriedtospeak,buthistongueseemedtocleavetotheroofofhismouth,andhislipsrefusedtomoveThenegroeschatteredtoeachother,andbegantoquarreloverastringofbrightbeadsTwocranesflewroundandroundthevesselThenthedivercameupforthelasttime,andthepearlthathebroughtwithhimwasfairerthanallthepearlsofOrmuz,foritwasshapedlikethefullmoon,andwhiterthanthemorningstarButhisfacewasstrangelypale,andashefelluponthedeckthebloodgushedfromhisearsandnostrilsHequiveredforalittle,andthenhewasstillThenegroesshruggedtheirshoulders,andthrewthebodyoverboardAndthemasterofthegalleylaughed,and,reachingout,hetookthepearl,andwhenhesawithepressedittohisforeheadandbowed'Itshallbe,'hesaid,'forthesceptreoftheyoungKing,'andhemadeasigntoAHouseofPomegranatesthenegroestodrawuptheanchorAndwhentheyoungKingheardthishegaveagreatcry,andwoke,andthroughthewindowhesawthelonggreyfingersofthedawnclutchingatthefadingstarsAndhefellasleepagain,anddreamed,andthiswashisdreamHethoughtthathewaswanderingthroughadimwood,hungwithstrangefruitsandwithbeautifulpoisonousflowersTheaddershissedathimashewentby,andthebrightparrotsflewscreamingfrombranchtobranchHugetortoiseslayasleepuponthehotmudThetreeswerefullofapesandpeacocksOnandonhewent,tillhereachedtheoutskirtsofthewood,andtherehesawanimmensemultitudeofmentoilinginthebedofadriedupriverTheyswarmedupthecraglikeantsTheydugdeeppitsinthegroundandwentdownintothemSomeofthemclefttherockswithgreataxesothersgrabbledinthesandTheytoreupthecactusbyitsroots,andtrampledonthescarletblossomsTheyhurriedabout,callingtoeachother,andnomanwasidleFromthedarknessofacavernDeathandAvaricewatchedthem,andDeathsaid,'Iamwearygivemeathirdofthemandletmego'ButAvariceshookherhead'Theyaremyservants,'sheansweredAndDeathsaidtoher,'Whathastthouinthyhand''Ihavethreegrainsofcorn,'sheanswered'whatisthattothee''Givemeoneofthem,'criedDeath,'toplantinmygardenonlyoneofthem,andIwillgoaway''Iwillnotgivetheeanything,'saidAvarice,andshehidherhandinthefoldofherraimentAndDeathlaughed,andtookacup,anddippeditintoapoolofwater,andoutofthecuproseAgueShepassedthroughthegreatmultitude,andathirdofthemlaydeadAcoldmistfollowedher,andthewatersnakesranbyhersideAndwhenAvaricesawthatathirdofthemultitudewasdeadshebeatAHouseofPomegranatesherbreastandweptShebeatherbarrenbosom,andcriedaloud'Thouhastslainathirdofmyservants,'shecried,'gettheegoneThereiswarinthemountainsofTartary,andthekingsofeachsidearecallingtotheeTheAfghanshaveslaintheblackox,andaremarchingtobattleTheyhavebeatenupontheirshieldswiththeirspears,andhaveputontheirhelmetsofironWhatismyvalleytothee,thatthoushouldsttarryinitGettheegone,andcomeherenomore''Nay,'answeredDeath,'buttillthouhastgivenmeagrainofcornIwillnotgo'ButAvariceshutherhand,andclenchedherteeth'Iwillnotgivetheeanything,'shemutteredAndDeathlaughed,andtookupablackstone,andthrewitintotheforest,andoutofathicketofwildhemlockcameFeverinarobeofflameShepassedthroughthemultitude,andtouchedthem,andeachmanthatshetoucheddiedThegrasswitheredbeneathherfeetasshewalkedAndAvariceshuddered,andputashesonherhead'Thouartcruel,'shecried'thouartcruelThereisfamineinthewalledcitiesofIndia,andthecisternsofSamarcandhaverundryThereisfamineinthewalledcitiesofEgypt,andthelocustshavecomeupfromthedesertTheNilehasnotoverfloweditsbanks,andthepriestshavecursedIsisandOsirisGettheegonetothosewhoneedthee,andleavememyservants''Nay,'answeredDeath,'buttillthouhastgivenmeagrainofcornIwillnotgo''Iwillnotgivetheeanything,'saidAvariceAndDeathlaughedagain,andhewhistledthroughhisfingers,andawomancameflyingthroughtheairPlaguewaswrittenuponherforehead,andacrowdofleanvultureswheeledroundherShecoveredthevalleywithherwings,andnomanwasleftaliveAndAvaricefledshriekingthroughtheforest,andDeathleapeduponhisredhorseandgallopedaway,andhisgallopingwasfasterthanthewindAndoutoftheslimeatthebottomofthevalleycreptdragonsandAHouseofPomegranateshorriblethingswithscales,andthejackalscametrottingalongthesand,sniffinguptheairwiththeirnostrilsAndtheyoungKingwept,andsaid:'Whowerethesemen,andforwhatweretheyseeking''Forrubiesforaking'scrown,'answeredonewhostoodbehindhimAndtheyoungKingstarted,and,turninground,hesawamanhabitedasapilgrimandholdinginhishandamirrorofsilverAndhegrewpale,andsaid:'Forwhatking'Andthepilgrimanswered:'Lookinthismirror,andthoushaltseehim'Andhelookedinthemirror,and,seeinghisownface,hegaveagreatcryandwoke,andthebrightsunlightwasstreamingintotheroom,andfromthetreesofthegardenandpleasauncethebirdsweresingingAndtheChamberlainandthehighofficersofStatecameinandmadeobeisancetohim,andthepagesbroughthimtherobeoftissuedgold,andsetthecrownandthesceptrebeforehimAndtheyoungKing

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