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TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр. 1из146 TILL WE HAVE FACES: A MYTH RETOLD by C.S. LEWIS (1956) (version 2.0) Loveistooyoungtoknowwhatconscienceis TOJOYDAVIDMAN PART ONE ONE Iamoldnowandhavenotmuchtofearfromtheangerofgods.Ihavenohusbandnor child,norhardlyafriend,throughwhom theycanhurtme.Mybody,thisleancarrionthat stillhastobewashedandfedandhaveclotheshungaboutitdaily withsomanychanges, theymaykillassoonastheyplease.Thesuccessionisprovidedfor.Mycrownpassestomy nephew. Being,forallthesereasons,freefromfear,Iwillwriteinthisbookwhatnoonewhohas happinesswoulddaretowrite.Iwillaccusethegods,especiallythegodwholivesonthe GreyMountain.That is,Iwilltellallhehasdonetomefromtheverybeginning,asifIwere makingmycomplaintofhimbeforeajudge.Butthereisnojudgebetweengodsandmen, andthegodofthemountainwillnotanswerme.Terrorsandplaguesarenotananswer.I writeinGreekasmyoldmastertaughtittome.Itmaysomedayhappenthatatraveller fromtheGreeklandswillagainlodgeinthispalaceandreadthebook.Thenhewilltalkofit amongtheGreeks,wherethereisgreatfreedomofspeechevenaboutthegodsthemselves. Perhapstheirwisemenwillknowwhethermycomplaintisrightorwhetherthegodcould havedefendedhimselfifhehadmadeananswer. IwasOrualtheeldestdaughterofTrom,KingofGlome.ThecityofGlomestandsontheleft handoftheriverShennittoatravellerwhoiscomingupfromthesouth-east,notmorethan aday'sjourneyaboveRingal,whichisthelasttownsouthwardthatbelongstothelandof Glome.Thecityisbuiltaboutasfarbackfromtheriverasawomancanwalkinthethirdof anhour,fortheShennitoverflowsherbanksinthespring.Insummertherewasthendry mudoneachsideofit,andreeds,andplentyofwaterfowl.Aboutasfarbeyondthefordof theShennitasourcityisonthissideofityoucometotheholyhouseofUngit.Andbeyond thehouseofUngit(goingallthetimeeastandnorth)youcomequicklytothefoothillsof theGreyMountain.ThegodoftheGreyMountain,whohatesme,isthesonofUngit.He doesnot,however,liveinthehouseofUngit,butUngitsitstherealone.Inthefurthest recessofherhousewhereshesitsitissodarkthatyoucannotseeherwell,butinsummer enoughlightmaycomedownfromthesmoke-holesintherooftoshowheralittle.Sheisa blackstonewithoutheadorhandsorface,andaverystronggoddess.Myoldmaster,whom wecalledtheFox,saidshewasthesamewhomtheGreekscallAphrodite;butIwriteallthe namesofpeopleandplacesinourownlanguage. 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр.2 из146 Iwillbeginmywritingwiththedaymymotherdiedandtheycutoffmyhair,asthecustom is.TheFox—buthewasnotwithusthen —saiditisacustomwelearnedfromtheGreeks. Batta,thenurse,shoremeandandmysisterRedivaloutsidethepalaceatthefootofthe gardenwhichrunssteeplyupthehillbehind.Redivalwasmysister,threeyearsyounger thanI,andwetwowerestilltheonlychildren.WhileBattawasusingtheshearsmanyother oftheslavewomenwerestandinground,fromtimetotimewailingfortheQueen'sdeath andbeatingtheirbreasts;butinbetweentheywereeatingnutsandjoking.Astheshears snippedandRedival'scurlsfelloff,theslavessaid,"Oh,whatapity!Allthegoldgone!" TheyhadnotsaidanythinglikethatwhileIwasbeingshorn.ButwhatIrememberbestis thecoolnessofmyheadandthehotsunonthe backofmyneckwhenwewerebuilding mudhouses,RedivalandI,allthatsummerafternoon. OurnurseBattawasabig-boned,fair-haired,hard-handedwomanwhommyfatherhad boughtfromtraderswhogotherfurthernorth.Whenweplaguedhershewouldsay,"Only waittillyourfatherbringshomeanewqueentobeyourstepmother.It'llbechangedtimes foryouthen.You'llhavehardcheeseinsteadofhoney-cakesthenandskimmilkinsteadof redwine.Waitandsee." Asthingsfellout,wegotsomethingelsebeforewegotastepmother.Therewasabitterfrost thatday.RedivalandIwerebooted(wemostlywentbarefootorsandalled) andtryingto slideintheyardwhichisatthebackoftheoldestpartofthepalace,wherethewallsare wooden.Therewasiceenoughallthewayfromthebyre-doortothebigdunghill,whatwith frozenspillsofmilkandpuddlesandthestaleofthebeasts,buttooroughforsliding.And outcomesBatta,withthecoldreddeninghernose,callingout,"Quick,quick!Ah,you filthies!Comeand becleanedandthentotheKing.You'llseewho'swaitingforyouthere. Myword!This'llbeachangeforyou." "IsittheStepmother?"saidRedival. "Oh,worsethanthat,worsethanthat;you'llsee,"saidBatta,polishingRedival'sfacewith theendofherapron."Lotsofwhippings forthepairofyou,lotsofear-pullings,lotsofhard work."Thenwewereledoffandovertothenewpartsofthepalace,whereitisbuiltof paintedbrick,andtherewereguardsintheirarmour,andskinsandheadsofanimalshung uponthe walls.InthePillarRoomourfatherwasstandingbythehearth,andoppositehim therewerethreemenintravellingdresswhomweknewwellenough—traderswho cameto Glomethreetimesayear.Theywerejustpackinguptheirscales,soweknewtheyhadbeen paidforsomething,andonewasputtingupafetter,soweknewtheymusthavesoldour fatheraslave.Therewasashort,thick-setmanstanding beforethem,andweknewthis mustbethemantheyhadsold,foryoucouldstillseethesoreplacesonhislegswherethe ironshadbeen.Buthedidnotlooklikeanyother slavewehadeverknown.Hewasvery bright-eyed,andwhateverofhishairandbeardwasnotgreywasreddish. "Now,Greekling,"saidmyfathertothisman,"Itrusttobegetaprinceoneofthesedays andIhaveamindtoseehimbroughtupinallthewisdomofyourpeople.Meanwhile practiceonthem."(Hepointedatuschildren.)"Ifamancanteachagirl,hecanteach anything."Then,justbeforehesentusaway,hesaid,"Especiallytheelder.Seeifyoucan makeherwise;it'saboutallshe'lleverbegoodfor."Ididn'tunderstandthat,butIknewit waslikethingsIhad heardpeoplesayofmeeversinceIcouldremember. IlovedtheFox,asmyfather calledhim,betterthananyoneIhadyetknown.Youwould havethoughtthatamanwhohadbeenfreeintheGreeklands,andthenbeentakeninwar andsoldfarawayamongthebarbarians,wouldbedowncast.Andsohewassometimes, possiblymoreoftenthanI,inmychildishness,guessed.ButIneverheardhimcomplain; 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр.3 из146 andIneverheardhimboast(asalltheotherforeignslavesdid)aboutthegreatmanhehad beeninhisowncountry.Hehadallsortsofsayingstocheerhimselfupwith:"Nomancan beanexileifheremembersthatalltheworldisonecity,"and,"Everythingisasgoodorbad asouropinionmakesit."ButIthinkwhatreallykepthimcheerfulwashisinquisitiveness.I neverknewsuchamanforquestions.Hewantedtoknoweverythingaboutourcountryand languageandancestorsandgods,andevenourplantsandflowers. ThatwashowIcametotellhimallaboutUngit,aboutthegirlswhoarekeptinherhouse, andthepresentsthatbrideshavetomaketoher,andhowwesometimes, inabadyear, havetocutsomeone'sthroatandpourthebloodoverher.HeshudderedwhenIsaidthat andmutteredsomethingunderhisbreath;butamomentlaterhesaid,"Yes,sheis undoubtedlyAphrodite,thoughmoreliketheBabylonianthantheGreek.Butcome,I'lltell youataleofourAphrodite." Thenhedeepenedand liltedhisvoiceandtoldhowtheirAphroditeoncefellinlovewiththe princeAnchiseswhilehekepthisfather'ssheepontheslopesofamountaincalledIda.And asshecamedownthegrassyslopestowardshisshepherd'shut,lionsandlynxesand bears andallsortsofbeastscameaboutherfawninglikedogs,andallwentfromheragainin pairstothedelightsoflove.Butshedimmedhergloryandmadeherselflikeamortal womanandcametoAnchisesandbeguiledhimandtheywentuptogetherintohisbed.I thinktheFoxhadmeanttoendhere,butthesongnowhadhiminitsgrip,andhewenton totellwhatfollowed;howAnchiseswokefromsleepandsawAphrodite standinginthe doorofthehut,notnowlikeamortalbutwiththeglory.Soheknewhehadlainwitha goddess,andhecoveredhiseyesandshrieked,"Killmeat once." "Notthatthiseverreallyhappened,"theFoxsaidinhaste."It'sonlyliesofpoets,liesof poets,child.Notinaccordancewithnature."Buthehadsaidenough toletmeseethatifthe goddesswasmorebeautifulinGreece thaninGlomeshewasequallyterribleineach. ItwasalwayslikethatwiththeFox;hewasashamedoflovingpoetry("Allfolly,child")and Ihadtoworkmuchatmyreadingandwritingandwhathecalledphilosophyinordertoget apoemoutofhim.Butthus,littlebylittle,hetaughtmemany.Virtue,soughtbymanwith travailandtoilwastheonehepraisedmost,butIwasneverdeceivedbythat.Thereallilt cameintohisvoiceand therealbrightnessintohiseyeswhenwewereoffintoTakemeto theapple-ladenlandor TheMoon'sgonedown,but AloneIlie. Healwayssangthatoneverytenderlyandasifhepitiedmeforsomething.Helikedme betterthanRedival,whohatedstudyandmockedandplaguedhimandsettheotherslaves ontoplaytricksonhim. Weworkedmostoften(insummer)onthelittlegrassplotbehindthepeartrees,anditwas thereonedaythattheKingfoundus.Weallstoodup,ofcourse,twochildrenandaslave withoureyesonthegroundandourhandscrossedonourbreasts.TheKingsmackedthe Foxheartilyonthebackandsaid,"Courage,Fox.There'llbeaprinceforyoutoworkonyet, pleasethegods.Andthankthemtoo,Fox,foritcan'toftenhavefallentothelotofamere Greeklingtorulethegrandsonofsogreatakingasmyfather-in-lawthatistobe.Notthat you'llknoworcaremoreaboutitthananass.You'reallpedlarsandhuckstersdowninthe Greeklands,eh?" 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр.4 из146 "Arenotallmenofoneblood,Master?"saidtheFox. "Ofoneblood?"saidtheKingwithastareandagreatbull-laugh."I'dbesorrytothinkso." ThusintheenditwastheKinghimselfandnotBattawhofirsttoldusthattheStepmother wasreallyathand.Myfatherhadmadeagreatmatch.Hewastohavethethirddaughterof theKingofCaphad,whoisthebiggestkinginallourpartoftheworld.(Iknownowwhy Caphadwantedanalliancewithsopoorakingdomasweare,andIhavewonderedhowmy fatherdidnotseethathisfather-in-lawmustalreadybeasinkingman.Themarriageitself wasaproofofit.) Itcannothavebeenmanyweeksbeforethemarriagetookplace,butinmymemorythe preparationsseemtohavelastedforalmostayear.Allthebrickworkroundthegreatgate waspaintedscarlet,andtherewerenewhangingsforthePillarRoom,andagreatnewroyal bedwhichcosttheKingfarmorethanhewaswisetogive.Itwasmadeofaneasternwood whichwassaidtohavesuchvirtuethatfourofeveryfivechildrenbegotteninsuchabed wouldbemale.("Allfolly,child,"saidtheFox,"thesethingscomeaboutbynatural causes.")Andasthedaydrewnearertherewasnothingbutdrivinginofbeastsand slaughteringofbeasts—thewholecourtyardreekedwiththeskinsofthem —andbaking andbrewing.Butwechildrenhadnotmuchtimetowanderfromroomtoroomandstare andhinder,fortheKingsuddenlytookitintohisheadthatRedivalandIandtwelveother girls,daughtersofnobles,weretosingthebridalhymn.Andnothingwoulddohimbuta Greekhymn,whichwasathingnootherneighbouringkingcouldhaveprovided."But, Master—" saidtheFox,almostwithtearsinhiseyes."Teach'em,Fox,teach'em,"roared myfather."What'stheuseofmyspendinggoodfoodanddrinkonyourGreekbellyifI'm nottogetaGreeksongout ofyouonmyweddingnight?What'sthat?Noone'saskingyou toteachthemGreek.Ofcoursetheywon'tunderstandwhat they'resinging,buttheycan makethenoises.Seetoit,oryourback'llberedderthaneveryourbeardwas." Itwasacrazyscheme,andtheFoxsaidafterwardsthattheteachingofthathymntous barbarianswaswhatgreyedthelastredhair."Iwasafox,"hesaid,"nowIamabadger." WhenwehadmadesomeprogressinourtasktheKingbroughtthePriestofUngitinto hearus.IhadafearofthatPriestwhichwasquitedifferentfrommyfearofmyfather. I thinkthatwhatfrightenedme(inthoseearlydays)wastheholinessofthesmellthathung abouthim—atemple-smellofblood(mostlypigeons'blood,buthehadsacrificedmen, too)and burntfatandsingedhairandwineandstaleincense.ItistheUngitsmell.Perhaps Iwasafraidofhisclothestoo;alltheskinstheyweremadeof,andthedriedbladders,and thegreatmaskshapedlikeabird'sheadwhichhungonhischest.Itlookedasiftherewerea birdgrowingout ofhisbody. Hedidnotunderstand awordofthehymn,northemusiceither,butheasked,"Arethe youngwomentobeveiledorunveiled?" "Needyouask?"saidtheKingwithoneofhisgreatlaughs,jerkinghisthumbinmy direction."DoyouthinkIwantmyqueenfrightenedout ofhersenses?Veilsofcourse.And goodthickveilstoo."Oneoftheothergirlstittered,andIthinkthatwasthefirsttimeI clearlyunderstoodthatIamugly. ThismadememoreafraidoftheStepmotherthanever.Ithoughtshewouldbecruellerto methantoRedivalbecauseofmyugliness.Itwasn'tonlywhatBattahadsaidthat frightenedme;Ihadheardofstepmothersinplentyofstories.Andwhenthenightcame andwewereallinthepillaredporch,nearlydazzledwiththetorchesandtryinghardtosing 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр.5 из146 ourhymnastheFoxhadtaughtusto— andhekeptonfrowningandsmilingandnodding atuswhilewesang,andoncehehelduphishandsinhorror—picturesofthingsthathad beendonetogirlsinthestoriesweredancinginmymind.Thencametheshoutsfrom outside,andmoretorches,andnextmomenttheywereliftingthebrideoutofthechariot. Shewasasthicklyveiledaswe,andallIcouldseewasthatshewasverysmall;itwasasif theywereliftingachild.Thatdidn'teasemyfears;"thelittlearethespiteful,"ourproverb says.Then(stillsinging)wegotherintothebridalchamberandtookoffherveil. IknownowthatthefaceIsawwasbeautiful,butIdidnotthinkofthatthen.AllIsawwas thatshewasfrightened,morefrightenedthanI— indeedterrified.Itmademeseemy fatherashemusthavelookedtoher,amomentsince,whenshehadherfirstsightofhim standingtogreetherintheporch.Hiswasnotabrow,amouth,agirth,astance,oravoice toquietagirl'sfear. Wetookofflayerafterlayerofherfinery,makingheryetsmaller,and lefttheshivering, whitebodywithitsstaringeyesintheKing'sbed,andfiledout.Wehadsungverybadly. 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр.6 из146 TWO Icansayverylittleaboutmyfather'ssecondwife,forshedidnotlivetilltheendofherfirst yearinGlome.Shewaswithchildassoonasanyonecouldreasonablylookforit,andthe KingwasinhighspiritsandhardlyeverranacrosstheFoxwithoutsayingsomethingabout theprincewhowastobeborn.HemadegreatsacrificestoUngiteverymonthafterthat. HowitwasbetweenhimandtheQueenIdonotknow;exceptthatonce,aftermessengers hadcomefromCaphad,IheardtheKingsaytoher,"Itbeginstolook,girl,asifIhaddriven mysheeptoabadmarket.Ilearnnowthatyourfatherhaslosttwotowns—no,three, thoughhetriestomincethematter.Iwouldthankhimtohavetoldmehewassinking beforehepersuadedmetoembarkinthesamebottom."(Iwasleaningmyheadonmy window-silltodrymyhairafterthebath,andtheywerewalkinginthegarden.)However thatmightbe,itiscertainthatshewasveryhomesick,andIthinkourwinterwastoohard forhersouthernbody.Shewassoonpaleandthin.IlearnedthatIhadnothingtofearfrom her.Shewasatfirstmoreafraidofme;afterthat,verylovinginhertimidway,andmore likeasisterthanastepmother. Ofcoursenooneinthehousewenttobedonthe nightofthebirth,forthat,theysay,will makethechildrefusetowakeintotheworld.WeallsatinthegreathallbetweenthePillar RoomandtheBedchamber,inaredglareofbirth-torches.Theflamesswayedandguttered terribly,foralldoorsmustbeopen;theshuttingofadoormightshutupthemother's womb.Inthemiddleofthehallburnedagreatfire.EveryhourthePriestofUngitwalked rounditninetimesandthrewintheproperthings.TheKingsatinhischairandnever movedallnight,notevenhishead.IwassittingnexttotheFox. "Grandfather,"Iwhisperedtohim,"Iamterribly afraid." "Wemustlearn,child,nottofearanythingthatnaturebrings,"hewhisperedback. Imusthavesleptafterthat,forthenextthingIknewwasthesoundofwomenwailingand beatingthebreastasIhadheardthemdoitthe daymymotherdied.Everythinghad changedwhileIslept.Iwasshiveringwithcold.Thefirehadsunklow,theKing'schairwas empty,thedooroftheBedchamberwasatlastshut,andtheterriblesoundsfromwithinit hadstopped.Theremusthavebeensomesacrificetoo,fortherewasasmellofslaughtering, andbloodonthefloor,andthePriestwascleaninghisholyknife.Iwasallinadazefrom mysleep,forIstartedupwiththewildestidea;IwouldgoandseetheQueen.TheFoxwas aftermelongbeforeIreachedthedooroftheBedchamber."Daughter,daughter,"hewas saying."Notnow.Areyoumad?TheKing—" Atthatmomentthedoorwasflungopenandoutcamemyfather.Hisfaceshockedmefull awake,forhewasinhispalerage.Iknewthatinhisredragehewouldstormandthreaten, andlittlemightcomeofit,butwhenhewaspalehewasdeadly."Wine,"hesaid,notvery loud;andthattoowasabadsign.Theotherslavespushedforwardaboywhowasrathera favourite,asslavesdowhentheyareafraid.Thechild,whiteashismasterandinallhis finery(myfatherdressedtheyounger slavesveryfine)camerunningwiththeflagonand theroyalcup,slippedintheblood,reeled,anddroppedboth.Quickasthought,myfather whippedouthisdaggerandstabbedhimintheside.Theboydroppeddeadinthebloodand wine,andthefallofhisbodysenttheflagonrollingoverand over.Itmadeagreatnoisein thatsilence;Ihadn'tthoughttillthenthatthefloorofthehallwassouneven.(Ihavere- paveditsince.) Myfatherstaredforamomentathisowndagger;stupidly,itseemed.Thenhewentvery gentlyuptothePriest. 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр.7из146 "WhathaveyoutosayforUngitnow?"heasked,stillinthatlowvoice."Youhadbetter recoverwhatsheowesme.Whenareyougoingtopaymeformygoodcattle?"Then,aftera pause,"Tellme,prophet,whatwouldhappenifIhammeredUngitintopowderandtiedyou betweenthehammersandthestone?" ButthePriestwasnotintheleastafraidoftheKing. "Ungithears,King,evenatthismoment,"hesaid. "AndUngitwillremember.Youhavealreadysaidenoughtocalldowndoomuponallyour descendants." "Descendants,"saystheKing."Youtalkofdescendants,"stillveryquiet,butnowhewas shaking.Theiceofhisragewouldbreakanymoment.Thebodyofthedeadboycaughthis eye."Whodidthat?"heasked.ThenhesawtheFoxandme.Allthebloodrushedintohis face,andnowatlastthevoicecameroaringoutofhischestloudenoughtolifttheroof. "Girls,girls,girls!"hebellowed."Andnowonegirlmore.Istherenoendtoit?Istherea plagueofgirlsinheaventhatthegodssendmethisfloodofthem?You—you—" Hecaught mebythehair,shookmetoandfro,andflungmefromhimsothatIfellinaheap.There aretimeswhenevenachildknowsbetterthantocry.WhentheblacknesspassedandI couldseeagain,hewasshakingtheFoxbyhisthroat. "Here'sanoldbabblerwhohaseatenmybreadlongenough,"hesaid."Itwouldhavepaid mebettertobuyadogasthingsturnout.ButI'llfeedyouinidlenessnolonger.Someof youtakehimtotheminestomorrow.Theremightbeaweek'sworkinhisoldboneseven now." Againtherewasdeadsilenceinthehall.SuddenlytheKingflunguphishands,stamped, andcried,"Faces,faces,faces!Whatareyouallgapingat?It'dmakeamanmad.Beoff! Away!Outofmysight,thewholepackofyou!" Wewereoutofthehallasquickasthedoorwayswouldletus. TheFoxandIwentoutofthelittledoorbytheherb-gardenontheeast.Itwasnearly daylightnowandtherewasasmallrainbeginning. "Grandfather,"saidI,sobbing,"youmustflyatonce.Thismoment,beforetheycometo takeyoutothemines." Heshookhishead."I'mtoooldtorunfar,"hesaid."AndyouknowwhattheKingdoesto runawayslaves." "Butthemines,themines!Look,I'llcomewithyou.Ifwe'recaughtI'llsayImadeyou come.Weshall bealmostoutofGlomeoncewe'reoverthat."Ipointedtotheridgeofthe GreyMountain,nowdarkwithawhitedaybreakbehindit,seen throughtheslantingrain. "Thatisfoolishness,daughter,"saidhe,pettingmelikeasmallchild."TheywouldthinkI wasstealingyoutosell.No;Imustflyfurther.Andhelpmeyoushall.Downbytheriver; youknowthelittleplantwiththepurplespotsonitsstalk.It'stherootsofitIneed." "Thepoison?" 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр. 8из146 "Why,yes.(Child,child,don'tcryso.)HaveInottoldyouoftenthattodepartfromlifeofa man'sownwillwhenthere'sgoodreason isoneofthethingsthatareaccordingtonature? Wearetolookonlifeas—" "Theysaythatthosewhogothatwayliewallowinginfilth —downthereinthelandofthe dead." "Hush,hush.Areyoualsostillabarbarian?Atdeathweareresolvedintoourelements. ShallIacceptbirthandcavilat—" "Oh,Iknow,Iknow.But,Grandfather,doyoureallyinyourheartbelievenothingofwhatis saidaboutthegodsandThoseBelow?Butyoudo,youdo.Youaretrembling." "That'smydisgrace.Thebodyisshaking.Ineedn'tletitshakethegodwithinme.Have I notalreadycarriedthisbodytoolongifitmakessuchafoolofmeattheend?Butweare wastingtime." "Listen!"saidI."What'sthat?"ForIwasinastatetobescaredbyeverysound. "Horses,"saidtheFox,peeringthroughthequick-hedgewithhiseyesscreweduptosee againsttherain."Theyarecomingtothegreatdoor.MessengersfromPhars,bythelookof them.AndthatwillnotsweetentheKing'smoodeither.Willyou—ah,Zeus,itisalready toolate."Fortherewasacallfromwithin-doors,"TheFox,theFox,theFoxtotheKing." "Aswellgoasbedragged,"saidtheFox."Farewell,daughter,"andhekissedme,Greek fashion,ontheeyesandthehead.ButIwentinwithhim.IhadanideaIwouldfacethe King;thoughwhetherImeanttobeseechhimorcursehimorkillhimIhardlyknew.Butas wecametothePillarRoomwesawmanystrangerswithin,andtheKingshoutedthrough theopendoor,"Here,Fox,I'veworkforyou."Thenhesawmeandsaid,"Andyou,curd- face,beofftothewomen'squartersanddon'tcomeheretosourthemorningdrinkforthe men." IdonotknowthatIhaveever(tospeakofthingsmerelymortal)beeninsuchdreadasI wasfortherestofthatday—dreadthatfeelsasiftherewereanemptyplacebetweenyour bellyandyourchest.Ididn'tknowwhetherIdaredbecomfortedbytheKing'slastwordsor not,fortheysoundedasifhisangerhadpassed,butitmightblazeoutagain.Moreover,I hadknownhimdoacruelthingnotinangerbutinakindofmurderousjoke,orbecausehe rememberedhehadsworn todoitwhenhewasangry.Hehadsentoldhouse-slavestothe minesbefore.AndIcouldnotbealonewithmyterror,fornowcomesBattatoshearmy headandRedival'sagainastheyhadbeenshornwhenmymotherdied,andtomakeagreat tale(clickinghertongue)ofhowtheQueenwasdeadinchildbed,whichIhadknownever sinceIheardthemourning,andhowshehadborneadaughteralive.Isatfortheshearing andthoughtthat,iftheFoxmustdieinthemines,itwasveryfitIshouldoffermyhair. LankanddullandlittleitlayonthefloorbesideRedival'sringsofgold. IntheeveningtheFoxcameandtoldmethattherewasnomoretalkofthemines— forthe present.Athingthathadoftenirkedmehadnowbeenoursalvation.Moreandmore,of late,the KinghadtakentheFoxawayfromusgirlstoworkforhiminthePillarRoom;he hadbeguntofindthattheFoxcouldcalculateandreadandwriteletters(atfirstonlyin Greekbutnowinthespeechofourpartstoo)andgiveadvicebetterthananymanin Glome.Thisverydaythe FoxhadtaughthimtodriveabetterbargainwiththeKingof Pharsthanhewouldeverhavethoughtofforhimself.TheFoxwasatrueGreek;wheremy fathercouldgiveonlyaYesoraNotosomeneighbouringkingordangerousnoble,hecould 16-May-06 TillWeHaveFaces:AMythRetoldbyC.S.Lewis(1956) Стр.9 из146 paretheYestotheveryquickandsweetentheNotillitwentdownlikewine.Hecould makeyourweakenemybelievethatyouwerehisbestfriendandmakeyourstrongenemy believeyouweretwiceasstrongasyoureallywere.Hewasfartoousefultobesenttothe mines. TheyburntthedeadQueenonthethirdday,andmyfathernamedthechildIstra."Itisa goodname,"saidtheFox,"averygoodname.Andyouknowenough nowtotellmewhatit wouldbeinGreek." "ItwouldbePsyche,Grandfather,"saidI. New-bornchildrenwerenorarityinthepalace;theplacesprawledwiththeslaves'babies andmyfather'sbastards.Sometimesmyfatherwouldsay,"Lecherousrascals!Anyone'd thinkthiswasUngit'shouse,notmine,"andthreatentodrownadozenofthemlikeblind puppies.Butinhishearthethoughtthebetterofaman-slaveifhecouldgethalfthemaids intheplacewithchild,especiallyiftheyboreboys.(Thegirls,unless theytookhisown fancy,weremostlysoldwhentheywereripe;someweregiventothehouseofUngit.) Nevertheless,becauseIhad(alittle)lovedtheQueen,IwenttoseePsychethatvery eveningassoonastheFoxhadsetmymindatrest.Andso,inonehour,Ipassedoutofthe worstanguishIhadyetsufferedintothe beginningofallmyjoys. Thechildwasverybig,notawearishlittlethingasyoumighthaveexpectedfromher mother'sstature,andveryfairofskin.Youwouldhavethoughtshemadebrightallthe corneroftheroominwhichshelay.Sheslept(tinywasthesoundofherbreathing).But thereneverwasachildlikePsycheforquietnessinhercradledays.AsIgazedatherthe Foxcameinontiptoesandlookedovermyshoulder."Nowbyallthegods,"hewhispered, "oldfoolthatIam,Icouldalmostbelievethattherereallyisdivinebloodinyourfamily. Helenherself,new-hatched,musthavelookedso." Battahadputhertonursewithared-hairedwomanwhowassullenand(likeBattaherself) toofondofthewine-jar.Isoonhadthechildoutoftheirhands.Igotforhernurseafree woman,apeasant'swife,ashonestandwholesomeasIcouldfind,andafterthatbothwere inmyownchamberdayandnight.Battawasonlytoopleasedtohaveherworkdonefor her,andtheKingknewandcarednothingaboutit.TheFoxsaidtome,"Don'twearyourself out,daughter,withtoomuchtoil,evenifthechildisasbeautifulasagoddess."ButI laughedinhisface.IthinkIlaughedmoreinthosedaysthaninallmylifebefore.Toil?I lostmoresleeplookingonPsycheforthejoyofitthaninanyotherway.AndIlaughed becauseshewasalwayslaughing.Shelaughedbeforethethirdmonth.Sheknewmefor certain(thoughtheFoxsaidnot)beforethesecond. Thiswasthebeginningofmybesttimes.TheFox'sloveforthechildwaswonderful;I guessedthatlongbefore,whenhewasfree,hemusthavehadadaughterofhisown.Hewas likeatruegrandfathernow.Anditwasnowalwayswethree—theFox,andPsyche,andI — alonetogether.Redivalhadalwayshatedourlessonsand,butforthefearoftheKing, wouldneverhavecomeneartheFox.Now,itseemed,theKinghadputallhisthree daughtersoutofhismind,andRedivalhadherownway.Shewasgrowingtall,herbreasts rounding,herlonglegsgettingtheirshape.Shepromisedtohavebeautyenough,butnot likePsyche's. OfPsyche'sbeauty—ateveryagethebeautypropertothatage —thereisonlythistobe said,thattherewerenotwoopinionsaboutit,frommanorwoman,onceshehadbeen seen.Itwasbeautythatdidnotastonishyoutillafterwardswhenyouhadgoneoutofsight ofherandreflectedonit.Whileshewaswithyou,youwerenotastonished.Itseemedthe 16-May-06

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Being, for all these reasons, free from fear, I will write in this book what no one who has The god of the Grey Mountain, who hates me, is the son of Ungit. we called the Fox, said she was the same whom the Greeks call Aphrodite;
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