Volume II Part 15 (1/2)
The anchorite, who was on his knees before a crucifix, did not speak until he had finished his devotions. He then rose and p.r.o.nounced the usual benedictory welcome.
”So far all is well,” thought Mike; ”I've got one blow at the devil anyhow.”
The holy father was very old, but he was hale and active. His white silky beard almost touched his girdle, and his sharp though rheumy eyes peered inquisitively on the person of his guest.
”What is thine errand, my son?” inquired the recluse.
”I have fallen into a grievous temptation, and would crave your succour and advice.”
”Heaven wills it oft, my son, that we fall into divers extremities to humble us, and to show the folly and weakness of our hearts. What is thy trouble and thy pet.i.tion?”
”Alas!” said the other, weeping, ”I have been face to face with the father of lies, and I have suffered much damage therefrom.”
”Thou hast not been tampering with forbidden arts, I hope?”
”Truly, that have I, and to my soul's cost, I fear,” said the tailor, with a groan of heartrending despair.
”Thy sin is great, my son; but so likewise is the remedy. Heaven willeth not a sinner's death, if he turn again to Him with repentance and contrition of spirit. I trust thou hast not trifled with thy soul's welfare by taking and using any of the gifts whereby the old serpent layeth hold on the souls of men?”
”Verily, nay; but he frightened me into the signing of a terrible bond, wherein I promised, that after seven years were past and gone I would be his!”
”Thy danger is terrible indeed. But he gave thee some equivalent for the bargain? thou didst not sell thyself for nought?” said the hermit, fixing his eye sternly on the trembling penitent; ”and now, when thou hast wasted the price of thy condemnation, thou comest for help; and thou wouldest even play at cheatery with the devil!”
”Nay, most reverend father,” said Michael, wiping his eyes; ”never a gift have I had from the foul fiend, save a bacon collop, and that was cast out untouched.” And with that he told of the manner in which he was inveigled, and the scurvy trick which the deceiver had played him.
”Verily, there is hope,” said the holy man, after musing a while; ”yet is it a perilous case, and only to be overcome by prayer and fasting.
If thou seek help sincerely, I doubt not that a way will be made for thine escape. Listen;--it is never permitted that the enemy of our race should reap the full benefit of the advantage which otherwise his superior duplicity and intelligence would enable him to obtain. There was never yet bond or bargain made by him, but, in one way or another, it might be set aside, and the foul fiend discomfited. It may be difficult, I own; and advice is not easily rendered in this matter: but trust in the power of the All-powerful, and thou shalt not be overcome. Wisdom, I doubt not, shall be vouchsafed in this extremity, if thou apply anxiously and earnestly for it, seeking deliverance, and repenting of thy great wickedness which thou hast committed.”
With these and many other gracious words did the benevolent enthusiast encourage this doomed mortal; and though heavy and disconsolate enough, he returned more light-hearted than he came.
The time now drew near. The very week--the day--the hour, was come; and when the sun should have climbed to the meridian Michael knew that he would have to face the cunning foe who had beguiled him. His wife would have tarried; but he peremptorily forbade. He would not be disturbed in his intercessions. All that morning, without intermission, he supplicated for wisdom and strength in the ensuing conflict. He had retired to a little chamber at one end of the house, and here he secured himself to prevent intrusion.
Noon was scarcely come when, true to the engagement, a loud thunder-clap announced the approach and presence of this terrific being.
”I am glad to find,” said he, ”that thou art ready.”
”I am not ready,” replied the trembling victim.
”How!” roared the sable chief, with a voice that shook the whole house, like the pa.s.sage of an earthquake; ”dost thou deny the pledge?
darest thou gainsay this bond?”
”True enough,” replied the debtor, ”I signed that contract; but it was won from me by fraud and dishonest pretences.”
”Base, equivocating slave! how darest thou mock me thus? Thou hadst thy wishes; the conditions have been fulfilled, ay, to the letter.”
”I fear me,” again said the victim, who felt his courage wonderfully supported, ”that thou knewest I should never be a pin the richer or better for thy gifts; and thine aim was but to flatter and to cheat.
It is not in thy power, I do verily believe, to grant me riches or any great thing that I might wish; so thou didst prompt, and, in a manner, force me to those vain wishes, unthinkingly, by which I have been beguiled.”