Part 10 (1/2)
”Jealous! I am jealous of everything that approaches you. In order that your robes may not have you alone, I put them on when you have worn them. In order that the flowers in your hair may not remain amorous of you, I give them to mean courtesans who will defile them in their orgies. I have given you nothing, in order that nothing may possess you.
I am afraid of everything you touch, and I hate everything you look at.
I should like to pa.s.s my whole life between the four walls of a prison alone with myself and you, and unite myself with you so profoundly, hide you so well between my arms, that no eye would suspect your presence. I would I were the fruit that you eat, the perfume that delights you, the sleep that glides beneath your eyelids, the love that strains your limbs. I am jealous of the happiness I give you, and I would I could give you the very happiness I derive from you. That is what I am jealous of; but I do not fear your mistresses of a night when they help me to satisfy your girlish desires. As for lovers, I know well that you will never be theirs; I know well that you cannot love man, intermittent and brutal man.”
Rhodis exclaimed with conviction:
”I would rather go, like Nausithoe, and sacrifice my virginity to the G.o.d Priapos adored at Thasos. But not this morning, darling. I have danced a long time, and I am very tired. I wish I were at home, sleeping on your arm.”
She smiled, and continued:
”We must tell Theano that our bed is no longer hers. We will make her up another one beside the door. After what I have seen this night I cannot embrace her again. Myrto, it is really horrible. Is it possible to love like that? Is that what they call love?”
”Yes, it is that.”
”They deceive themselves, Myrto. They do not know.”
Myrtocleia took her in her arms, and both kept silence together.
The wind mingled their hair.
VII
CHRYSIS'S HAIR
”Look.” said Rhodis, ”look! I see some one.”
The singing-girl looked. A woman, in the distance, was walking rapidly along the quay.
”I recognise her.” resumed the child.
”It is Chrysis. She is wearing her yellow robe.”
”What! is she dressed already?”
”I can't understand it. Usually she does not go out before mid-day, and the sun is hardly up. Something must have happened to her: something fortunate no doubt: she is so lucky.”
They advanced to meet her, and said:
”Hail, Chrysis.”
”Hail. How long have you been here?”
”I don't know. It was daylight when we arrived.”
”There was n.o.body on the quay?”
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”It is Chrysis. She is wearing her yellow robe.”]
”n.o.body.”