_ How long he lay in his dungeon, lost in bitter thought and tormented
by fears for Elissa, Aziel could not tell, for no light came there to
mark the passage of the hours. In the tumult of his mind, one terrible
thought grew clear and ever clearer; he and Elissa had been taken red-
handed, and must pay the price of their sin against the religious
customs of the city. For the Baaltis to be found with any man who was
not her husband meant death to him and her, a doom from which there
was little chance of escape.
Well, to his own fate he was almost indifferent, but for Elissa and
Issachar he mourned bitterly. Truly the Levite and Metem had been wise
when they cautioned him, for her sake and his own, to have nothing to
do with a priestess of Baal. But he had not listened; his heart would
not let him listen--and now, unless they were saved by a miracle--or
Metem--in the fulness of their youth and love, the lives of both of
them were forfeited.
Worn out with sore fears and vain regrets Aziel fell at length into a
heavy sleep. He was awakened by the opening of the door of his
dungeon, and the entry of priests--grim, silent men who seized and
blindfolded him. Then they led him away up many stairs, and along
paths so steep that from time to time they paused to rest, till at
length he knew, by the sound of voices, that he had reached some place
where people were assembled. Here the bandage was removed from his
eyes. He stepped backwards, recoiling involuntarily at the glare of
light that poured upon him from the setting sun, whereon, uttering an
exclamation, those who stood near seized and held him. Presently he
saw the reason. He was standing on the brink of a precipice at the
back of and dominating the dim and shadow-clad city, while far beneath
him lay a gloomy rift along which ran the trade road to the coast.
Here in this dizzy spot was a wide space of rock, walled in upon three
sides. The precipice formed the fourth side of its square, in which,
seated upon stones that seemed to have been set there in semi-circles
to serve as judgment chairs, were gathered the head priests and
priestesses of El and Baaltis, clad in their sacerdotal robes. To the
right and left of these stood knots of favoured spectators, among whom
Aziel recognised Metem and Sakon, while at his side, but separated
from him by armed priests, were Elissa herself, wrapped in a dark
veil, and Issachar. Lastly, in front of him, a fire flickered upon a
little altar, and behind the altar stood a shrine containing a
symbolical effigy of Baaltis fashioned of gold, ivory and wood to the
shape of a woman with a hundred breasts.
Seeing all this, Aziel understood that they three had been brought
here for trial, and that the priests and priestesses before him were
their judges. Indeed, he remembered that the place had been pointed
out to him as one where those who had offended against the gods were
carried for judgment. Thence, if found guilty, such unfortunates were
hurled down the face of the precipice and left, a shapeless mass of
broken bone, to crumble on the roadway at its foot.
After a long and solemn pause, at a sign from the Shadid, he who had
been the husband of the dead Baaltis, the veil was removed from
Elissa. At once she turned, looked at Aziel, and smiled sadly.
"Do you know the fate that waits us?" the prince asked of Issachar in
Hebrew.
"I know, and I am ready," answered the old Levite, "for since my soul
is safe I care little what these dogs may do to my body. But, oh! my
son, I weep for you, and cursed be the hour when first you saw that
woman's face."
"Spare to reproach me in my misfortune," murmured Elissa; "have I not
enough to bear, knowing that I have brought death upon him I love? Oh!
curse me not, but pray that my sins may be forgiven me."
"That I will do gladly, daughter," replied Issachar more gently, "the
more so that, although you seem to be the cause of them, these things
can have happened only by the will of Heaven. Therefore I was wrong to
revile you, and I ask your pardon."
Before she could answer the Shadid commanded silence. At the same
moment the woman Mesa stepped from behind the effigy of the goddess on
the shrine.
"Who are you and what do you here?" asked the Shadid, as though he did
not know her.
"I am Mesa, the daughter of her who was the lady Baaltis," she
answered, "and my rank is that of Mother of the priestesses of
Baaltis. I appear to give true evidence against her, who is the
anointed Baaltis, against the Israelitish stranger named Aziel, and
the priest of the Lord of the Jews."
"Lay your hand upon the altar and speak, but beware what you speak,"
said the Shadid.
Mesa bowed her head, took the oath of truth by touching the altar with
her fingers, and began:--
"From the time that she was appointed I have been suspicious of the
lady Baaltis."
"Why were you suspicious?" asked the Shadid.
The witness let her eyes wander towards Metem, then hesitated.
Evidently for some reason of her own she did not wish to implicate
him.
"I was suspicious," she answered, "because of certain words that came
from the lips of the Baaltis, when she had been thrown into the holy
trance before the fire of sacrifice. As is my accustomed part, I bent
over her to hear and to announce the message of the gods, but in place
of the hallowed words there issued babblings about this Hebrew
stranger and of a meeting to be held with him at one hour before
moonrise by the pillar of El in the courtyard of the temple.
Thereafter for several nights as was my duty I hid myself in the pit
of offerings in the courtyard and watched. Last night at an hour
before the moonrise the Lady Baaltis came disguised by the secret way
and waited at the pillar, where presently she was joined by the Jew
Aziel and the Levite, who spoke with her.
"What they said I could not hear, because they were too far from me,
but at length they left the temple and I traced them to the chambers
of the Jew Aziel, in the palace of Sakon. Then, Shadid, I warned you,
and the priests and you accompanied me and took them. Now, as Mother
of the priestesses, I demand that justice be done upon these wicked
ones, according to the ancient custom, lest the curse of Baaltis
should fall upon this city."
When she had finished her evidence, with a cold stare of triumphant
hate at her rival, Mesa stepped to one side.
"You have heard," said the Shadid addressing his fellow-judges. Do you
need further testimony? If so, it must be brief, for the sun sinks."
"Nay," answered the spokesman, "for with you we took the three of them
together in the chamber of the prince Aziel. Set out the law of this
matter, O Judge, and let justice be done according to the strict
letter of the law--justice without fear or favour."
"Hearken," said the Shadid. "Last night this woman Elissa, the
daughter of Sakon, being the lady Baaltis duly elected, met men
secretly in the courts of the temple and accompanied them, or one of
them, to the chamber of Aziel, a prince of Israel, the guest of Sakon.
Whether or no she was about to fly with him from the city which he
should have left last night, we cannot tell, and it is needless to
inquire, at least she was with him. This, however, is sure, that they
did not sin in ignorance of our law, since with my own mouth I warned
them both that if the lady Baaltis consorts with any man not her
husband duly named by her according to her right, she must die and her
accomplice with her. Therefore, Aziel the Israelite, we give you to
death, dooming you presently to be hurled from the edge of yonder
precipice."
"I am in your power," said the prince proudly, "and you can murder if
you will, because, forsooth, I have offended against some law of Baal,
but I tell you, priest, that there are kings in Jerusalem and Egypt
who will demand my blood at your hands. I have nothing more to say
except to beseech you to spare the life of the lady Elissa, since the
fault of the meeting was not hers, but mine."
"Prince," answered the Shadid gravely, "we know your rank and we know
also that your blood will be required at our hands, but we who serve
our gods, whose vengeance is so swift and terrible, cannot betray
their law for the fear of any earthly kings. Yet, thus says this same
law, it is not needful that you should die since for you there is a
way of escape that leads to safety and great honour, and she who was
the cause of your sin is the mistress of its gate. Elissa, holder of
the spirit of Baaltis upon earth, if it be your pleasure to name this
man husband before us all, then as the spouse of Baaltis he goes free,
for he whom the Baaltis chooses cannot refuse her gift of love, but
for so long as she shall live must rule with her as Shadid of El. But
if you name him not, then as I have said, he must die, and now.
Speak."
"It seems that my choice is small," said Elissa with a faint smile.
"Praying you to pardon me for the deed, to save your life, prince
Aziel, according to the ancient custom and privilege of the Baaltis, I
name you consort and husband."
Now Aziel was about to answer her when the Shadid broke in hurriedly,
"So be it," he said. "Lady, we hear your choice, and we accept it as
we must, but not yet, prince Aziel, can you take your wife and with
her my place and power. Your life is safe indeed, for since the
Baaltis, being unwed, names you as her mate, you have done no sin. Yet
she has sinned and doom awaits her, for against the law she has chosen
as husband one who worships a strange god, and of all crimes that is
the greatest. Therefore, either you must take incense and before us
all make offering to El and Baaltis upon yonder altar, thus renouncing
your faith and entering into ours, or she must die and you, your rank
having passed from you with her breath, will be expelled from the
city."
Now Aziel understood the trap that had been laid for him, and saw in
it the handiwork of Sakon and Metem. Elissa having flagrantly violated
the religious law, and he, being the cause of her crime, even the
authority of the governor of the city could not prevent his daughter
and his guest from being put upon their trial. Therefore, they had
arranged this farce, for so it would seem to them, whereby both the
offenders might escape the legal consequences of their offence,
trusting, doubtless, to accident and the future to unravel this web of
forced marriage, and to free Aziel from a priestly rank which he had
not sought. It was only necessary that Elissa should formally choose
him as her husband, and that Aziel should go through rite of throwing
a few grains of incense upon an altar, and, the law satisfied, they
would be both free and safe. What Metem, and those who worked with
him, had forgotten was, that this offering of incense to Baal would be
the most deadly of crimes in the eyes of any faithful Jew--one,
indeed, which, were he alone concerned, he would die rather than
commit.
When the prince heard this decree, and the full terror of the choice
came home to his mind, his blood turned cold, and for a while his
senses were bewildered. There was no escape for him; either he must
abjure his faith at the price of his own soul, or, because of it, the
woman whom he loved, now, before his eyes, must suffer a most horrible
and sudden death. It was hideous to think of, and yet how could he do
this sin in the face of heaven and of these ministers of Satan?
The moment was at hand; a priest held out to him a bowl of incense, a
golden bowl, he noticed idly, with handles of green stone fashioned in
the likeness of Baaltis, whose servant he was asked to declare
himself. He, Aziel of the royal house of Israel, a servant of Baal and
Baaltis, nay, a high-priest of their worship! It was monstrous, it
might not be. But Elissa? Well, she must die--if this was not a farce,
and in truth they meant to murder her; her life could not be bought at
such a price.
"I cannot do it," he gasped with dry lips, thrusting aside the bowl.
Now all looked astonished, for his refusal had not been foreseen.
There was a pause, and once more the woman Mesa, in her character of
prosecutrix on behalf of the outraged gods, appeared before the altar,
and said in her cold voice:
"The Jew whom the lady Baaltis has chosen as husband will not do
homage to her gods. Therefore, as Mother of the priestesses and
Advocate of Baaltis, I demand that Elissa, daughter of Sakon, be put
to death, and the throne of Baaltis be purged of one who has defiled
it, lest the swift and terrible vengeance of the goddess should fall
upon this city."
The Shadid motioned to her to be silent, and addressed Aziel:--
"We pray you to think a while," he said, "before you give one to death
whose only sin is that, being the high-priestess of our worship, she
has named an unbeliever to fill the throne of El and be her husband.
Out of pity for her fate we give you time to think."
Now Sakon, taking advantage of the pause, rushed forward, and throwing
his arms about Aziel's knees, implored him in heart-breaking accents
to preserve his only child from so horrible a doom. He said that did
he refuse to save her because of his religious scruples, he would be a
dog and a coward, and the scorn of all honest men for ever. It was for
love of him that she had broken the priestly law, to violate which was
death, and although he had been warned of her danger, yet in his
wickedness and folly he had brought her to this pass. Would he then
desert her now?
But Issachar thrust him aside, and broke in with fiery words:--
"Hearken not to this man, Aziel," he said, "who strives to work upon
your weakness to the ruin of your soul. What! To save the life of one
woman, whose fair face has brought so much trouble upon us all, would
you deny your Lord and become the thrall of Baal and Ashtoreth? Let
her die since die she must, and keep your own heart pure, for be
assured, should you do otherwise, Jehovah, whom you renounce, will
swiftly be avenged on you and her. At the beginning I warned you, and
you would not listen. Now, Aziel, I warn you again, and woe! woe! woe!
to you should you shut your ears to my message." Then lifting his
hands towards the skies, he began to pray aloud that Aziel might be
constant in his trial.
Meanwhile, Metem, who had drawn near, spoke in a low voice:--
"Prince," he said, "I am not chicken-hearted, and there are so many
young women in the world that one more or less can scarcely matter;
still, although she threatened to murder me three days ago, I cannot
bear to see this one come to so dreadful a death. Prince, do not heed
the howlings of that old fanatic, but remember that after all you are
the cause of this lady's plight, and play the part of a man. Can you
for the sake of your own scruples, however worthy, or of your own soul
even, however valuable to yourself, doom the fair body of a woman who
risked all for you to such an end as that?" And shuddering he nodded
towards the gloomy precipice.
"Is there no other way?" Aziel asked him.
"None, I swear it. They did not wish to kill her, except that wild-cat
Mesa who seeks her place, but having put her on her public trial, if
you persist--they must.
"This is one of the few laws which cannot be broken for favour or for
gold, since the people, who are already half-mad with fear of Ithobal,
believe that to break it would bring the curses of heaven upon their
city. Perhaps we might have found some other plan, but none of us even
dreamed that you would refuse so small a thing for the sake of a woman
whom you swore you loved."
"A small thing!" broke in Aziel.
"Yes, Prince, a very small thing. Remember, this offering of incense
is but a form to which you are forced against your will--you can do
penance for it afterwards when I have arranged for both of you to
escape the city. If your God can be angry with you for burning a pinch
of dust to save a woman, who at the least has dared much for you, then
give me Baal, for he is less cruel."
Now Aziel looked towards him who held the bowl of incense. But Elissa
who all this while had stood silent, stepped forward and spoke:--
"Prince Aziel," she said in a calm and quiet voice, "I named you
husband to save your life, but with all my strength I pray of you, do
not this thing to save mine, which is of little value and perhaps best
ended. Remember, prince Aziel, that being what you are, a Jew, this
act of offering, however small it seems, is yet the greatest of sins,
and one with which you should not dare to stain your soul for the sake
of a woman, who has chanced to love you to your sorrow. Be guided,
therefore, by the true wisdom of Issachar and by my humble prayer.
Make an end of your doubts and let me die, knowing that we do but part
a while, since in the Gate of Death I shall wait for you, prince
Aziel."
Before Aziel could answer, the Shadid, either because his patience was
outworn, or because he wished to put him to a sharper trial, uttered a
command. "Be it done to her as she desires."
Thereon four priests seized Elissa by the wrists and ankles. Carrying
her to the edge of the precipice, they thrust her back till she hung
over it, her long hair streaming downwards, and the red light of the
sunset shining upon her upturned ghastly face. Then they paused,
waiting for the signal to let her go. The Shadid raised his wand and
said:--
"Is it your pleasure that this woman should die or live, prince Aziel?
Decide swiftly, for my arm is weak, and when the wand falls
opportunity for choice will have passed from you."
Now all eyes were fixed upon the wand, and the intense silence was
only broken by Sakon's cry of despair. Metem wrung his hands in grief;
even Issachar veiled his eyes with his robe, to shut out the sight of
dread, and the priest, who bore the bowl of incense, thrust it towards
Aziel imploringly.
For some seconds, three perhaps, though to him they seemed an age, the
heart of Aziel was racked and torn in this terrific contest. Then he
glanced at the agonized face of the doomed woman, and just as the wand
began to bend, his human love and pity conquered.
"May He Whom I blaspheme forgive me," he murmured, adding aloud, "I
will do sacrifice." Taking the incense in his hand now he cast it into
the flames upon the altar, repeating mechanically after the Shadid:
"By this sacrifice and homage, body and soul I give myself to you and
worship you, El and Baaltis, the only true gods."
*****
The echo of Aziel's voice died away, and the fumes of the incense rose
in a straight dense column upon that quiet air. To his tormented mind,
it seemed as though its smoke took the form of an avenging angel,
holding in the hand a sword of flame, wherewith to drive away his
perjured soul from Heaven, as our first forefathers were driven from
the shining gates of paradise. Yes, and they were not human, those
spectators who, in the intense glow of the sunset, stood in their
still ranks and stared at him with wide and eager eyes. Surely they
were fiends red with the blood of men, fiends gathered from the Pit to
bear everlasting witness to the unpardonable sin of his apostasy. _