Through a low, arched doorway5 came into the garden a man and a woman. “O the moon, the moonlight! O the nightingales!” They took the path that outlined a square of flowers. Followed them through the doorway a second couple—man and woman. “O the moon! Smell the orange trees!” They went the path by the orange trees. A third pair came forth6—man and woman. “The moon on the sea! Hear the nightingales!” They paced around the circle of roses. A fourth pair followed—a fifth—a sixth—a seventh—an eighth. It seemed an Embark{346}ment for Cythera. Here were ladies and their knights8—here were knights and ladies. Amaury and Adelaide—Balthasar and Bérengère—Barral and Constance—Guibour and Mélisande—Roland and Blanche—Thierry and Laure—Aldhelm and Eleanor—Raimbauld and Tiphaine.
The moon poured splendour, the nightingales were drunken with love.
There was a perron, a curving wide stair with landings mounting from the garden to a main doorway, and here were flung cushions and cloths of bright hues9, all silvered now with the silver night. Here, after some pacing of the paths, gathered the couples.
“How much lovelier than in hall where candles put out the moon! Let us stay here and weave moonshine and go to the nightingales’ heaven! Let us not go indoors the livelong night!”
“It is midnight now. Dawn comes soon!”
“Let us tell tales and sing! But first we finish our question that we were debating—”
“Sing, Guibour, sing vers or canzon! Then shall we talk of love!”
“Where are Tanneguy and Beatrix?”
They came from the castle palace—Tanneguy and Beatrix. “Sing, Guibour! sing this perfect night!”
The troubadour sang—outsang the nightingales. “Love—love—love—love!” he sang.
The moon shone. When the singer ceased they heard again the nightingales. From the perron they saw, beyond the cypresses10, the sea.
“O the nightingales! O the moon on the sea! O love!”
“Now let us talk! Where were we when we left the hall?{347}”
“Women blessed and crowned by the worship of Our Lady, the Ever Blessed Virgin—”
“When God and Sire Jesus and Holy Church said, ‘Men, over all the earth, you are to kneel and worship and sue for grace, for she is every man’s Queen of Heaven—’”
“Then fell a ray that broke into stars! See, they are in Beatrix’s hair and in Tiphaine’s and Adelaide’s and Mélisande’s and Laure’s—”
“O Tanneguy the Prince—! You borrow the nightingale’s note, but you smile in the moonlight!”
“And you are laughing, too, Beatrix!”
Said Guibour: “When the moon drew us forth, it was Beatrix who was speaking against that honour down-drifted upon women—”
“O Guibour the singer! I was not speaking against it! For doing that, I know not what Holy Church would do to me! I had not even a dream wish to speak against it! But here it is—but here it is—what knights so rarely think of! What God and Sire Jesus and Holy Church say is this, ‘Men and women, you are to kneel and worship and sue for grace, for she is every man’s and every woman’s Queen of Heaven!’—Fair and good! But the Queen is above women as she is above men—and she is in heaven and out of the world—and though the ray comes down and breaks into stars—oh, they are little stars and very faintly about the heads of women! For, see you! it is not because she is woman that she is Queen—for then were she Queen in herself and of herself—but because God and Sire Jesus chose her.... O knights and troubadours, do not the stars shine only about the heads of those ladies whom you choose? And though a music comes down—and I know not well what kind of music it is—yet I{348} know what kind troubadours and knights make of it!—Love—love! Nightingale love—rose-leaf love! Love, love!”
“What kind of love would Beatrix have?”
“True love—wide love, deep love and high love, round love and square love! Golden love out of leaden love! Lo, my diamond! Love with a myriad11 faces—love in the centre—love thrown afar—love sublimed—”
“Do we not love?”
“Tourney love—pilgrimage love—canzon and serenade and aubade love—glove in helm love—nightingale and nightingale love—and all for a time and a season! Then, ‘Sparrow, stay at home, while I, hawk13 and eagle, go sailing!’ But in words, ‘Immortal May and Guiding Star and Saint Enshrined!’... But few women are Saints, and only one is Queen of Heaven.... The mantle14 of love is not wide enough, and the thread that was spun15 for it is not strong enough, and the loom1 for its weaving not great enough.... We cannot get the furnace as it should be, and the lead rests lead! Whether the piece is man or woman, it rests lead! Man knows not how to love woman, and woman knows not how to love man.... Well, I have done! Sing ‘No!’ to all that, Guibour, as you will—as you will!”
Guibour sang “No” as she had said. But while he sang, and when he had done, it seemed that there was poison rankling16. Said Tiphaine, and she spoke17 half angrily and half enviously18: “Have we not declared that there is a treason against knight7 and ladies and love? Have we not, little by little, in our garden meetings, in our love courts, worked out rules and ways?—I hold that Beatrix is traitress, and should be penanced!{349}”
Cried Adelaide, and after her Constance: “I hold so, too!”—“And I!”
The famed in tourney, Aldhelm, spoke stiffly: “The Lady Beatrix says grievous things against love and lovers—”
Beatrix leaned against the stone, and on one side was a black cypress, and on the other a stream and torrent20 of roses. “Do I so, Sir Aldhelm? Truly I never meant such a thing!... You tourney—and this one and that one goes down beneath your spear. And Adelaide, her cheek upon her hand, sits and watches you and commends you to every Saint and the Queen of Heaven! And when you have won the wreath, you bring it upon your spear, and lay it at her feet.... There is beauty, Our Lady knows I would not deny it!... Hearken to the nightingales! Trill—trill—trill! The orange fragrance21 comes in waves, and the moonlight makes us silver folk!”
“Still you speak outrageously,” cried Tiphaine. “But we know you study strange things, with books and alembics, sulphur and mercury, tincture and quintessence and spirit—”
“Beatrix the traitress!”
“What penance19?”
More or less, all were laughing, but the laughter of some carried threads of anger. “What penance?”
“If you talk of that, penance me, too,” said Tanneguy. “My mind and Beatrix’s pace together!”
But when it came to the majority they would not penance Tanneguy the Prince, who was their host, nor Beatrix whose scarf Tanneguy wore in joust22 and battle. The moon shone, the nightingales sang, ten thousand thousand flower chalices23 dropped perfume, a gauze-like wind breathed here, breathed there.{350}
Tanneguy took the lute24 from Guibour and sang,—
“‘I dreamed the All was whole and knew Itself,
A robe it wore of million hues,
And million shapes that moved and played.
And here were flowers and here were fruit,
The vine ran here, the tree sprang there,
The root was seen, the seed, the stem,
And there were women, there were men!—
Yet all were figures in Its robe,
And when It thought, they shifted form.
Whence drew the Robe but from Itself?
And all the dreams, and all the shapes?—
O man and woman, know Thyself!
O shaken notes, re-find the chord!’—
That is my song and Beatrix’s, for we made it together!”
The summer dawn began, the early summer, between spring and summer. There rang a convent bell. Cocks crew. The stars went out; the moon, like a pearl, like a fairy raft, like a bubble, hung in the west, above the sea. Behind the castle the sky spread branched with coral. The nightingales still sang, but out of sheer weariness with delight, the knights, the troubadours, the ladies, quitting the perron, went into castle.
The baron25 who was Beatrix’s lord and husband was gone with the better part of his knights and men overseas, upon the Fourth Crusade. He had been from home a year when two barons26, ill neighbours of his, combined together, and taking advantage of a disordered world, thrust against his fief and castle. Then was the place besieged27, and Beatrix, the baron’s wife, held it bravely and strongly.
Her lord, very far away, having seen the capture of Zara for the Venetians, now with other leaders schemed the taking of Constantinople, all in the interest of the young Alexius who would depose28 his uncle the Emperor, and{351} then, one good turn deserving another, aid the crusaders to win Jerusalem! The baron, who was able, proud, and ambitious, dreamed a kingdom of his own. Now and then he thought of his castle and fief and his son. His wife was there to keep the castle and care for the son she had borne. He loved her no more than another, but he knew that castle and son would get from her right watch and ward29.... Tanneguy the Prince was Beatrix’s knight—that was quite correct in a time at once highflown and very, very practical. Lord and his wife, lady and knight—and so the lady and knight never forgot the lord and his wife, what harm in poetizing?... So the baron sailed in his ship for Constantinople, and dreamed of gold and power and Eastern delights.
Meantime, at home, Beatrix held with knowledge and courage that castle, but against her were great odds30.... Then came Tanneguy the Prince, who for many a year had worn her colours. With a great force, in open field, he beat the warring barons. One was slain31, the other made submission32. But the castle walls lay in huge ruin, and half the keep was a flaming fire.... Tanneguy’s town rose not many leagues away. Under his escort, when she had taken good order for the wounded fief, came there Beatrix and her two children, a son and a daughter. He gave her a fair house and garden, close by his own great castle.
Here she dwelled in Tanneguy’s town. With her were steward33 and chamberlain and tirewomen from the ruined castle, and she had the two children Alard and Yolande. Tanneguy, all the world knew, was her knight, and with poesy and tourney did her honour. He visited her in her garden and hall, and often was she in his castle.
Tanneguy hod a stone room with groined roof upheld by{352} pillars. Outside its windows, cut in the thick, thick wall, quivered ivy35 and myrtle, sang the birds, hummed the bees, fell the gold light or the pleasant rain. By this room was a smaller room, and in this was built a furnace, and here tables held alembics and crucibles36 with a many other curiously37 shaped vessels38, large and small, of glass or metal. Vials were there, and chests great and small, balances, and instruments with which to measure, manage, and design, earths and ores in heaps, and water falling from a stone lion’s head into a basin curved around by a stone gryphon. He had two men in brown who fed coals to his furnace, and for a helper an old, skilled man in green, a notable alchemist, but a lesser39 alchemist than Tanneguy himself. All this room held in a red-brown glow. With a magic hand and eye, it fascinated the children of Beatrix, often let to come and look from the great room or the deep, green garden. In the greater room of the stone pillars were Tanneguy’s books. His time considered, he had many.
He did not love books nor study more than did Beatrix whom he called his lady and who was now his guest. Together they loved knowledge, enquiry into the source and background and flow of things.
He was prince and she was lady. Abide40 within the four corners of sundry41 conventions, acknowledge various unfreedoms, and for the rest, so long as jealousy42, envy, and hatred43 did not look their way, they might bend, in this great room, over one book. They did so; they loved, but their age found no occasion to blame their love.
These were their personal relations. They were beginning—after far wandering in lands and times—to find that one was reality, but two illusion. They were most happy in each other’s company. To be alone together in{353} bower44 or garden, or in this room of knowledge and thought, had an ancient root of sweetness, a fulness of rest and home. But now that old bliss45 was rising into wider space. They were together even when, to eye or touch, they failed of physical nearness. They began in all things each to feel, to perceive, the other. Far and near, then and now, began to fade, divisions and limitations to grow of less account. Once these had seemed unclimbable walls, unleapable gulfs. Now they began to perceive that the gulfs were filling, the walls crumbling46.... It came with a far-away perception that all walls and gulfs were arbitrary, temporary.... In the meantime it was sweet to work together in this old stone room.
Often and often she brought the two children with her and they played in the little garden without. Sometimes Tanneguy watched her playing with the children; sometimes the four of them played. She taught the children well, and especially did she teach the girl Yolande. She would have her leap and run, toss and catch again, ride and swim and draw a bow. She would have her look and know and think, perceive, divine. Came to Tanneguy’s castle a wise and famed Discoverer, a man who dreamed and then went forth to find how the dream and the truth tallied47, who fitted ships and made little known shores better known, and unknown places known, who dreamed of outer ocean and how to reach east from west and north from south. He talked in hall for all to hear, and he talked in the stone-lined room when there were fewer by. Tanneguy and Beatrix sat with him here, listening and questioning. Beatrix kept by her the child Yolande, willing enough to stay, her hand in her mother’s, her head against her mother’s knee.{354}
Said the old Discoverer: “Lady, bring your son to listen, who, when he is grown, may do more than listen! Your daughter must listen to that which will content her with women’s world.”
But Beatrix said: “Worlds melt into one another. I would have her listen to that which will discontent her!”
Whereat the old Discoverer laughed, and said that he had himself found discontent valuable.
Time passed. On a certain day Tanneguy and Beatrix watched the furnace glow, and in the crucibles metals soften48. The men in brown, the old man in green, moved about; there were red and amber34 lights, and shadows formless and shadows forked. There were the sound of fire and the sound of water, and the show of strange shapes of glass and copper49 vessels. And, a presence of power, there dwelled with the rest the philosophical50 notions behind these experiments, these endeavours—transmutation, transformation51, prima materia and the shapes it took, and why it took the shapes—law, law, and what or who abode52 in law, yet could and did make slow change in its body and its ways....
Tanneguy and Beatrix, after biding53 long in the room of the red and the gold, came out together into the larger room. Without the lancet windows the rain was streaming. They sat upon a bench before an oaken stand where was spread a notably54 made copy of the Book of Democritus. The two sat down. “Book of Democritus—Book of Crates—” said Tanneguy. “I would that we had that Book of Chema that gives its name to our art, that Messires the fallen angels wrote and gave to the women they married!”
The rain beat against the windows. In this room was a{355} fire of wood. It sent out a thin smoke. Light and shadow struggled between the pillars beneath the groined roof. There came a blast of wind.
“We two in a cave together—” said Beatrix.
“We two in a forest together—”
“We two fighting each the other, over I know not what... It has been so long ago.”
“I beat down and wronged you—”
“Oh, but I wronged you, too—”
“I was selfish, fierce, vain, proud, and jealous—”
“My body bound my mind. I was more weak than water.... I grew false to myself and all things.”
“There was no true love.”
“No true love.”
“Then were we driven apart.... We were taught, or we began to teach ourselves—”
“Yes.... Old, dim miseries55.... Then there unfolded a higher world....”
“Often the old plucked us back.... But we guarded the flame with our hands.”
“Yes.... The old world is afire, consumed for the new!”
“That is the meaning of sacrifice.”
“That is the meaning of sacrifice.”
The rain dashed, the wind beat, the firelight danced.
“Years like the raindrops or the sands of the sea.... Years to come like the raindrops or the sands of the sea.”
“There were old unions, and they seemed true.... The flutes56 breathed, the drums beat.... But now something stranger, sweeter, higher, more pervasive—”
“In the cave, the forest, the plain, and ancient cities we never saw that we were steadfastly57 one.{356}”
“We are steadfastly one.... O may that which is faint knowledge become knowledge shining like the sun!”
“Above, around, beneath, and through these modes and accidents—”
“Till modes and accidents melt away—”
“And the true gold is made.”
They sat before the fire and the wind beat and the rain poured.
The next day was high and clear. In the garden of the house that Tanneguy had given her, Beatrix and the two children and the tiremaiden Maeut played at ball. Came from the house the chamberlain Enric. “Lady, my lord has sent messengers from overseas!”
She went indoors, into hall. She knew the messengers, Robert of the Good Lance, a doughty58 knight, Hugh of the Mount, Conon the Clerk. “Greeting, Sir Robert and Sir Hugh! Greeting, Conon the Clerk!—How is my Lord Raymond?”
“He is well, lady, and in high fortune.”
“I am glad that he is well and in high fortune.... Did my letters come to him, telling him of war against lands and castle?”
“They came, lady.”
“And that Tanneguy the Prince held as guests in all honour me and the children?”
“Your letters came in safety, lady. He sends you this letter in return.”
She took and read, then sat a long time silent. Then she said, “You know, Sir Robert and Sir Hugh, and Conon the Clerk, what he bids?”
“Lady, he has won from the Greek lands and villages and a town and a huge castle. After a time he will redeem{357} his vow59 as to the Holy Sepulcher60. But now he is duke of those lands and would establish his dukedom in strength and in glory. For his fief here, it is given in my charge, who am to place my hands for him in the hands of Count Henry. But for you and his children Sir Hugh of the Mount is to bring you into ship at Marseilles, whence sails a fleet on All Saints’ Day. Sir Hugh and Conon the Clerk shall return with you, and you shall have chamberlain and steward and what maidens61 you will. When you come to Constantinople many will meet you and bring you and his children in pomp and state to your new home in a greater castle than you have ever known, where is wealth you have never known. His son he will train to win kingdoms, and his daughter he will marry to the son of his comrade-in-arms, Anseau the Red, who holds the neighbouring city.”
Beatrix stood up. She spread her hands, her face was pale between the braids of hair. “Sir Robert of the Good Lance and Sir Hugh of the Mount and Conon the Clerk, give me time alone in which to look at this you bring—”
That was afternoon. Then next morn came Tanneguy. “Yes, I have heard. He sent me words of thanks, in the tone of the Emperor.... You and I must speak alone.”
“Let us go to the space behind the cypresses.”
This was truly where none might see or hear. Underfoot spread short, dry grass, and around went a wall, thick and high, of dark, fine leaves, fine-woven and dark like crape, and overhead was the blue vault62. There were three stones placed for seats. The two sat down, and she folded her arms upon her knees and laid her head upon her arms.
“Beatrix, if you will say ‘I will not go!’ I will hold you here with all my men and all my might!{358}”
“That kind of warrior63 dies in you, Tanneguy. That kind that lives in him.”
“Long years I might hold you—!”
“Long, earthly years of war and loss and death of lovers—a-many lovers dying for one pair—”
“He is strong with Holy Church, and I am a man suspect. But with compliances and gifts I might buy—”
“No, no, you could not! Do we not know that occasion is wished against you?... Excommunication for me and for you, and over your lands long interdict64.... Leaden pall65 of woe66 and anguish67, heavy on ten thousand folk—”
“Say then we may not do it. What then?”
“O Tanneguy, are we not bound prisoners, you and I?”
The wind bent68 the grass and sighed in the cypresses. Tanneguy struck his hands together. “I am weary of the unfreedom of women!”
“And the unfreedom of the sons, the sons of women!”
“Beatrix! Beatrix! What shall we do?”
“I shall go overseas. With Alard and Yolande, I shall go overseas.”
“And I, Beatrix? Shall I not take ship and follow?”
“Ah, no! Ah, no!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“You will live and die far, far away!”
“What is to live—what is to die?... Yet a knife turns in my heart!”
“And in mine.”
“Many a thing there is in this world that is barred away from light.... Tanneguy, Tanneguy! It is the task and the path, the ship to be built and the land to be found!”
“Freedom....{359}”
“That is what it is to be a knight. If you are a man—if you are a woman—that is what it is to be a knight.”
“Yea, in truth.... But Beatrix, now, the knife in my heart!”
“And in mine!”
The winds were stilled, the cypresses, like a cloud ring, kept out the world. The blue arch above was no tale-bearer. They wept in each other’s arms.
Tanneguy the Prince made princely entertainment for Sir Robert of the Good Lance and Sir Hugh of the Mount and Conon the Clerk. He wove wreaths of knightliness69 and with them adorned70 the ways that Beatrix trod to the day of All Saints. Came about her Amaury and Adelaide—Balthasar and Bérengère—Barral and Constance—Guibour and Mélisande—Roland and Blanche—Thierry and Laure—Aldhelm and Eleanor—Raimbauld and Tiphaine. Again was the garden, but an autumn garden. Again was moonlight, and the nightingales’ singing, but now they sang ancient love and ancient pain. The leaves coloured, the leaves turned brown and sere12, the leaves fell....
A train of knights accompanied Hugh of the Mount and the Lady Beatrix and the two children to the port where waited the fleet. Tanneguy was with them, and rode beside Beatrix. All came upon a midday to the great inn of the port. In the morning the ships would sail. Alone in a room of the inn, red from the setting sun, Tanneguy and Beatrix said farewell.
“What we live for now is to make the gold—”
“To build the world where love lives as one—”
In the red morn of All Saints’ Day the great ship sailed.{360} Tanneguy the Prince watched from the sea strand71. It went forth under sails like stairs of clouds, it dwindled72 until it was only a star in the east. Then distance came between, and only faith could know that there was there a star.
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