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At that instant the Danish hero lost his memory; his combats, his glory, Charlemagne and his court, all vanished from his mind; he saw only Morgana, he desired nothing but to sigh forever at her feet. We abridge the narrative of all the delights which Ogier enjoyed for more than a hundred years. Time flew by, leaving no impression of its flight.
Morgana bent over it anxiously, but only for a moment, drawing a small phial from her bosom she forced a few drops of the liquid it contained between the set lips, and with a tiny syringe injected the same at the pulseless wrist and throat.
With a benignant smile she had turned to her son, to say a few soothing words, when she heard a low rustle among the shrubbery, and saw something white flitting through the foliage. "And you say, my son, that I was deceived by a fata morgana" exclaimed the queen, hurrying forward with outstretched arm.
First she helped Morgana, but only gained a reproof for her pains, who immediately yielded his portion to Plantagenet. Each man was provided with his knife, but the guest had none. Morgana immediately gave up his own. 'Ay! ay! Cadurcis really thought it was the most delightful meal he had ever made in his life. The flesh-pot held something besides turkeys.
I could do nothing. She would ask me questions and if I answered them she would not understand, she is too stupid. She has no comprehension of any thing beyond simple primitive animalism. Now if it were Morgana " He stopped in his talk, and started as if he had been stung. Some subtle influence stole over him like the perfumed mist of incense he leaned back in his chair and half closed his eyes.
She made me stand before her, just where the light of the sun streamed through the open doorway, and she looked at me for a long time with such a steady piercing glance that I felt as if her eyes were boring through my flesh. Then she got up from her spinning and pushed away the wheel, and stretched out both her hands towards me, crying out in quite a strange, wild voice 'Morgana! Morgana!
Morgana had listened intently, her eyes were brilliant. "Yes I think it would be dull after a couple of hundred years or so" she said "One would have tested all life's possibilities and pleasures by then." "I am not so sure of that!" put in the Marchese Rivardi "With youth nothing could become tiresome youth knows no ennui." Some of the other listeners to the conversation laughed.
"Ah, yes!" she half whispered "I know I have THAT power!" Don Aloysius rose to his feet. "Then, if you know it, in God's name do not exercise it!" he said. His voice shook and with his right hand he gripped the crucifix he wore as though it were a weapon of self-defence. Morgana looked at him wonderingly for a moment, then drooped her head with a strange little air of sudden penitence.
And then we know that what we first saw was only a lower reality. We see that still, but it is immersed in something higher, which is spirit. It is now a question of whether we realise and feel what we see. One who lives only in the sensations and feelings of the senses will look upon impressions of higher things as a Fata Morgana, or mere play of fancy.
The hours passed and the day grew into late afternoon, and Morgana, patiently watchful, thought she slept. All suddenly she sprang up, wide-eyed and alert. "What was that?" she cried "I heard him call!" Morgana, startled by her swift movement, stood transfixed listening. The deep tones of a man's voice rang out loudly and defiantly "There shall be no more wars! There can be none! I say so!
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