The Story of the Other Wise Man eBook

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It was already long past midnight.  Artaban rode in haste, and Vasda, restored by the brief rest, ran eagerly through the silent plain and swam the channels of the river.  She put forth the remnant of her strength, and fled over the ground like a gazelle.

[Illustration:  “He caught it up and read”]

But the first beam of the sun sent her shadow before her as she entered upon the final stadium of the journey, and the eyes of Artaban anxiously scanning the great mound of Nimrod and the Temple of the Seven Spheres, could discern no trace of his friends.

The many-coloured terraces of black and orange and red and yellow and green and blue and white, shattered by the convulsions of nature, and crumbling under the repeated blows of human violence, still glittered like a ruined rainbow in the morning light.

Artaban rode swiftly around the hill.  He dismounted and climbed to the highest terrace, looking out towards the west.

The huge desolation of the marshes stretched away to the horizon and the border of the desert.  Bitterns stood by the stagnant pools and jackals skulked through the low bushes; but there was no sign of the caravan of the wise men, far or near.

At the edge of the terrace he saw a little cairn of broken bricks, and under them a piece of parchment.  He caught it up and read:  “We have waited past the midnight, and can delay no longer.  We go to find the King.  Follow us across the desert.”  Artaban sat down upon the ground and covered his head in despair.

“How can I cross the desert,” said he, “with no food and with a spent horse?  I must return to Babylon, sell my sapphire, and buy a train of camels, and provision for the journey.  I may never overtake my friends.  Only God the merciful knows whether I shall not lose the sight of the King because I tarried to show mercy.”


There was a silence in the Hall of Dreams, where I was listening to the story of the other wise man.  And through this silence I saw, but very dimly, his figure passing over the dreary undulations of the desert, high upon the back of his camel, rocking steadily onward like a ship over the waves.

The land of death spread its cruel net around him.  The stony wastes bore no fruit but briers and thorns.  The dark ledges of rock thrust themselves above the surface here and there, like the bones of perished monsters.  Arid and inhospitable mountain ranges rose before him, furrowed with dry channels of ancient torrents, white and ghastly as scars on the face of nature.  Shifting hills of treacherous sand were heaped like tombs along the horizon.  By day, the fierce heat pressed its intolerable burden on the quivering air; and no living creature moved, on the dumb, swooning earth, but tiny jerboas scuttling through the parched bushes, or lizards vanishing in the clefts of the rock.  By night the jackals prowled and barked in the distance, and the lion made the black ravines echo with his hollow roaring, while a bitter, blighting chill followed the fever of the day.  Through heat and cold, the Magian moved steadily onward.

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