The Mesmerist's Victim

by Alexandre Dumas

  CHAPTER XXVIII.

  THE ULTIMATE TEST.

  Before the Italian beauty, Balsamo stopped, with his heart full ofpainful but no longer violent thoughts.

  "Here I stand," he mused, "sad but resolute, and plainly seeing mysituation. Lorenza hates me and betrayed me as she vowed she would do.My secret is no longer mine but in the hands of this woman who casts itto the winds. I resemble the fox caught in the trap, who gnaws off hisleg to get away, but the hunter coming on the morrow and seeing thistoken can say: 'He has escaped but I shall know him when I catch himagain.'

  "Althotas could not understand this misfortune, which is why I have nottold him; it breaks all my hope of fortune in this country andconsequently in the Old World, of which France is the heart--it is dueto this lovely woman, this fair statue with the sweet smile. To thisaccursed angel I owe captivity, exile or death, with ruin and dishonormeanwhile.

  "Hence," he continued, animating, "the sum of pleasure is surpassed bythat of harm, and Lorenza is a noxious thing to me. Oh, serpent with thegraceful folds, they stifle: your golden throat is full of venom; sleepon, for I shall be obliged to kill you when you wake."

  With an ominous smile he approached the girl, whose eyes turned to hislike the sunflower follows the sun.

  "Alas, in slaying her who hates me, I shall slay her who loves."

  His heart was filled with profound grief strangely blended with a vaguedesire.

  "If she might live, harmless?" he muttered. "No, awake, she will renewthe struggle--she will kill herself or me, or force me to kill her.Lorenza, your fate is written in letters of fire: to love and to die. Inmy hands I hold your life and your love."

  The enchantress, who seemed to read his thoughts in an open book, rose,fell at the mesmerist's feet, and taking one of his hands which she laidon her heart, she said with her lips, moist as coral and as glossy:

  "Dead be it, but loved."

  Balsamo could resist no longer; a whirl of flames enveloped him.

  "As long as a human being could contend have I struggled," he sighed;"demon or angel of the future, you ought to be satisfied. I have longenough sacrificed pride and egotism to all the generous passionsseething in my heart. No, no, I have not the right to revolt against theonly human feeling fermenting in me. I love this woman, and suchpassionate love will do more against her than the keenest hate. What,when I appear before the Supreme Architect, will not I, the deceiver,the charlatan, the false prophet, have one well cut stone to show for mycraftsmanship--not one generous deed to avow, not a single happinesswhose memory would comfort me amid eternal sufferings? Oh, no, no,Lorenza, I know that I lose the future by loving you; I know that myrevealing angel mounts to heaven while this woman comes down to myarms--but I wish Lorenza!"

  "My beloved," she gasped.

  "Will you accept this life instead of the real one?"

  "I beg for it, for it is love and bliss."

  "Never will you accuse me before man or heaven of having deceived yourheart?"

  "Never, never! before heaven and men, I shall thank you for having givenme love, the only boon, the only jewel of price in this world."

  Balsamo ran his hand over his forehead.

  "Be it so," he said. "Besides, have I absolutely need of her--is she theonly medium? No; while this one makes me happy, the other shall make merich and mighty. Andrea is predestined and is as clairvoyante as she.Andrea is young, and pure, and I do not love Andrea. Nevertheless, inher mesmeric sleep, she is submissive as you are. In Andrea I have avictim ready to replace you, one to be the _corpus vili_ of thephysician to be employed for experiments. She can fly as far, perhapsfarther, in the shades of the Unknown as you. Andrea, I take you for mykingdom. Lorenza, come to my arms for my darling and my wife. WithAndrea I am powerful; with Lorenza I am happy! Henceforth, my life iscomplete, and I realise the dream of Althotas, without the immortality,and become the peer of the gods!"

  And lifting up the Italian beauty, he opened his arms from off hisheaving breast on which Lorenza enclasped herself as the ivy girdles theoak.

  Another life commenced for the magician, unknown to him previously inhis active, multiple, perplexed existence. For three days he felt nomore anger, apprehension or jealousy; he heard nothing of plots,politics or conspiracies. Beside Lorenza he forgot the whole world. Thisstrange love threw him into felicity composed of stupor and delirium,soaring over humanity, as it were, full of misery and intoxication, aphantom love--for he knew he could at a sign or a word change the sweetmistress into an implacable enemy.

  Singularly, she remained of astonishing lucidity as far as regardedhimself; but he wanted to learn if this were not sheer sympathy; if shebecame dark outside of the circle traced by his love--if the eyes ofthis new Eve clearly seeing in Eden, would not be this blind whenexpelled from Paradise.

  He dared not make a decisive test, but he hoped, and hope was the starrycrown to his happiness.

  With gentle melancholy Lorenza said to him:

  "Acharat, you are thinking of another woman than me, a woman of theNorth, with fair hair and blue eyes--Acharat, this woman walks besideyou and me in your mind. Shall I tell you her name?"

  "Yes," he said in wonderment.

  "Wait--it is Andrea."

  "Right. Yes, you can read my mind; one last fear troubles me. Can youstill see through space though blocked by material obstacles?"

  "Try me."

  He took her hand, and in his mind went away from that place, taking hersoul with him.

  "What do you see?"

  "A vast valley with woods on one side, a town on the other, while ariver separates them and is lost in the distance after bathing the wallsof a palace."

  "It is so, Lorenza. The wood is Vesinet, the town St. Germain; thepalace Maisons. Let us go into the summerhouse behind us. What do yousee?"

  "A young negro, eating candies."

  "It is Zamore, Countess Dubarry's blackmoor. Go on."

  "An empty drawing-room, splendidly furnished, with the panels paintedwith goddesses and Cupids."

  "Next?"

  "We are in a lovely boudoir hung with blue satin worked with flowers intheir natural colors. A woman is reclining on a sofa. I have seen herbefore--it is Countess Dubarry. She is thinking of you---- "

  "Thinking of me? Lorenza, you will drive me mad."

  "You made her the promise to give her the water of beauty which Venusgave to Phaon to be revenged on Sappho."

  "That is so; go on."

  "She makes up her mind to a step, for she rings a bell. A womancomes--it is like her---- "

  "Her sister, Chon?"

  "Her sister. She wants the horses put to the carriage! in two hours shewill be here."

  Balsamo dropped on his knees.

  "Oh heaven, if she should be here in that time, I shall have no more tobeg of you for you will have had pity on my happiness."

  "Poor dear," said she, "why do you fear? Love which completes thephysical existence, enlarges the moral one. Like all good passions, loveemanates from heaven whence cometh all light."

  "Lorenza, you make me wild with joy."

  Still he waited for this last test; the arrival of Lady Dubarry.

  Two strokes of the bell, the signal of an important visitor, from Fritztold him that the vision was realised.

  He led Lorenza into the room hung with fur and armor.

  "You will not go away from here?" asked the mesmerist.

  "Order me to stay and you will find me here on your return. Besides, theLorenza who loves you is not the one who dreads you."

  "Be it so, my beloved Lorenza; sleep and await me."

  Still struggling with the spell, she laid a last kiss on her husband'slips, and tottered to sink upon a lounge, murmuring.

  "Soon again, my Balsamo, soon?"

  He waved his hand: she was already reposing.

  As he closed the door he thought he heard a sound: but no, Lorenza wassound asleep. He went through the parlor without fear or anyforeshadowing, carrying paradise in his heart.<
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  Lorenza dreamed: it seemed to her that the ceiling opened and that akind of aged Caliban descended with a regular movement. The air seemedto fail her as two long fleshless arms like living grapnels clutched herwhite dress, raised her off the divan, and carried her to the trap. Thismovable platform began to rise, with the grinding of metal and a shrill,hideous laugh issued from the mouth of this human-faced monster who boreher upwards without any shock.