LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

Home Main Menu Order Support About Search

Share page  

Previous Contents Next

204                                        LILITH
' Ah, the two worlds ' so strangely are they one, And yet so measurelessly wide apart!
Oh, had I lived the bodiless alone And from defiling sense held safe my heart, Then had I scaped the canker and the smart,
Scaped life-in-death, scaped misery's endless moan I '
At these words such a howling, such a prolonged yell of agony burst from the cat, that we both stopped our ears. When it ceased, Mr. Raven walked to the fire-place, took up the book, and, standing between the creature and the chimney, pointed his finger at her for a moment. She lay perfectly still. He took a half-burnt stick from the hearth, drew with it some sign on the floor, put the manuscript back in its place, with a look that seemed to say, 'Now we have her, I think!' and, returning to the cat, stood over her and said, in a still, solemn voice :—
' Lilith, when you came here on the way to your evil will, you little thought into whose hands you were delivering yourself!—Mr. Vane, when God created me —not out of Nothing, as say the unwise, but out of His own endless glory—He brought me an angelic splendour to be my wife: there she lies ! For her first thought was power; she counted it slavery to be one with me, and bear children for Him who gave her being. One child, indeed, she bore; then, puffed with the fancy that she had created her, would have me fall down and worship her ! Finding, however, that I would but love and honour, never obey and worship her, she poured out her blood to escape me, fled to the army of the aliens, and soon had so ensnared the heart of the great Shadow, that he became her slave, wrought her will, and made her queen of Hell. How it is with her now, she best knows, but I know also. The
Previous Contents Next