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Yes, he met the Canon in my own house, but I didn't know that Docre was acquainted with Des Hermies, who didn't attend our receptions in those days" "Des Hermies has never seen Docre. He knows him, as I do, only by hearsay, from Gévingey. Now, briefly, how much truth is there in the stories of the sacrileges of which this priest is accused?" "I don't know.
What could be going on in the soul of a man who had had the figure of Christ tattooed on his heels the better to trample Him? What hate the act revealed! Did Docre hate God for not having given him the blessed ecstasies of a saint, or more humanly for not having raised him to the highest ecclesiastical dignities? Evidently the spite of this priest was inordinate and his pride unlimited.
"You're a great one," he said, bowing. "Now listen to me, and do me a great favour. You know Canon Docre?" "I should say!" "Well, what in the world is this man, about whom I hear so much?" "From whom?" "Gévingey and Des Hermies." "Ah, you consult the astrologer!
Then, when these fishes are thoroughly permeated with the substances sealed by sacrilege, Docre takes them out of the water, lets them rot, distills them, and expresses from them an essential oil one drop of which will produce madness. This drop, it appears, is applied externally, by touching the hair, as in Balzac's Thirteen."
"Near Châlons," said Durtal, digging in his memory, "it does seem to me now that Des Hermies, speaking of bewitchment by the blood of white mice, pointed out that village as the habitation of certain diabolic circles." "Yes, that country in all times has been a hotbed of Satanism." "You are mighty well up on these matters. Is it Docre who transmitted this knowledge to you?"
This Docre, where did he come from, what did he do formerly, how did he happen to become a master Satanist?" "I don't know very much about him. I know he was a supply priest in Paris, then confessor of a queen in exile. There were terrible stories about him, which, thanks to his influential patronage, were hushed up under the Empire.
Since the Middle Ages it has been the coward's crime, for human justice does not prosecute it, and one can commit it with impunity, but it is the most extreme of excesses for a believer, and Docre believes in Christ, or he wouldn't hate Him so. "A monster! And what ignoble relations he must have had with Chantelouve's wife! Now, how shall I make her speak up?
Well, messieurs, I slept one time in the room of the most redoubtable master Satanism now can claim." "Canon Docre," Des Hermies interposed. "Yes, and my sleep was fitful. It was broad daylight. I swear to you that the succubus came, irritant and palpable and most tenacious. Happily, I remembered the formula of deliverance, which kept me
But at a settled time I can arrange, without your forming any relations with him, to have you be present at the ceremony you most desire to know about." "The Black Mass?" "Yes. Within a week Docre will have left Paris. If once, in my company, you see him, you will never see him afterward. Keep your evenings free all this week. When the time comes I will notify you.
He remained awed by the turn the conversation had taken. He sought, mentally, a way of getting back to the subject from which Hyacinthe had diverted him, of the Satanism of Canon Docre. "Well, let us think of that no more," she said, coming very near. She smiled, and was once more the Hyacinthe he knew. "But if on my account you can no longer take communion " She interrupted him.
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