the world that have been, or that will be, could aid
him. With this one, all the forces of nature
that are occult and deep and strong must have worked
together in some wonderous way. The very place,
where he have been alive, Undead for all these centuries,
is full of strangeness of the geologic and chemical
world. There are deep caverns and fissures that
reach none know whither. There have been volcanoes,
some of whose openings still send out waters of strange
properties, and gases that kill or make to vivify.
Doubtless, there is something magnetic or electric
in some of these combinations of occult forces which
work for physical life in strange way, and in himself
were from the first some great qualities. In
a hard and warlike time he was celebrate that he have
more iron nerve, more subtle brain, more braver heart,
than any man. In him some vital principle have
in strange way found their utmost. And as his
body keep strong and grow and thrive, so his brain
grow too. All this without that diabolic aid
which is surely to him. For it have to yield
to the powers that come from, and are, symbolic of
good. And now this is what he is to us.
He have infect you, oh forgive me, my dear, that
I must say such, but it is for good of you that I speak.
He infect you in such wise, that even if he do no
more, you have only to live, to live in your own old,
sweet way, and so in time, death, which is of man’s
common lot and with God’s sanction, shall make
you like to him. This must not be! We
have sworn together that it must not. Thus are
we ministers of God’s own wish. That the
world, and men for whom His Son die, will not be given
over to monsters, whose very existence would defame
Him. He have allowed us to redeem one soul already,
and we go out as the old knights of the Cross to redeem
more. Like them we shall travel towards the sunrise.
And like them, if we fall, we fall in good cause.”
He paused and I said, “But will not the Count
take his rebuff wisely? Since he has been driven
from England, will he not avoid it, as a tiger does
the village from which he has been hunted?”
“Aha!” he said, “your simile of
the tiger good, for me, and I shall adopt him.
Your maneater, as they of India call the tiger who
has once tasted blood of the human, care no more for
the other prey, but prowl unceasing till he get him.
This that we hunt from our village is a tiger, too,
a maneater, and he never cease to prowl. Nay,
in himself he is not one to retire and stay afar.
In his life, his living life, he go over the Turkey
frontier and attack his enemy on his own ground.
He be beaten back, but did he stay? No!
He come again, and again, and again. Look at
his persistence and endurance. With the child-brain
that was to him he have long since conceive the idea
of coming to a great city. What does he do?
He find out the place of all the world most of promise
for him. Then he deliberately set himself down