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Updated: June 11, 2025
I had learned that through lack of Kosekin virtue he had gradually sunk to this position, and now was compelled to hold in his hands more wealth, power, and display than any other man in the nation. He was a man of singular appearance.
A sudden thought now suggested itself, and I caught at it as a last resort. "You have," said I, "some lover among the Kosekin. Why do you not marry him?" Layelah smiled. "I have no lover that I love," said she, "among the Kosekin." My feeble effort was thus a miserable failure.
"What do you mean?" I exclaimed, in wonder. "My wife!" Her eyes dropped again, and she whispered: "The ceremony of separation is with the Kosekin the most sacred form of marriage. It is the religious form; the other is merely the civil form." This was unintelligible, nor did I try to understand it.
The Chief Pauper's love of death had grown to be an all-absorbing passion. He longed to give death to all. As with us there are certain philanthropists who have a mania for doing good, so here the pauper class had a mania for doing what they considered good in this way. The Chief Pauper was a sort of Kosekin Howard or Peabody, and was regarded by all with boundless reverence.
Thus the busy season the loved season of darkness ends, and the long, hateful season of light begins, when the Kosekin lurk in caverns, and live in this way in the presence of what may be called artificial darkness. It was for us for me and for Almah the day of doom. Since the ceremony of separation I had not seen her; but my heart had been always with her.
The husbands insist on giving everything to the wives and doing everything for them. The wives are therefore universally the rulers of the household while the husbands have an apparently subordinate, but, to the Kosekin, a more honorable position. As to the religion of the Kosekin, I could make nothing of it. They believe that after death they go to what they call the world of darkness.
Then the pauper presented me with the sacrificial knife of the Chief Pauper, with the following words: "Take this, O Atam-or, Father of Thunder and Ruler of Clouds and Darkness. Henceforth you shall be Judge of Death to the men of the Kosekin, and Sar Tabakin over the whole nation."
I recognized them at once as athalebs; but as their backs were hid from view by their immense wings, I could not make out whether they were wanderers about to alight of their own accord, or guided here by riders perhaps by the Kosekin from whom we had been parted. This much at least I remember.
It was not, as with us, who should go up first, but who should go up last; each tried to make his neighbor go before him. All were eager to go, but the Kosekin self-denial, self-sacrifice, and love for the good of others made each one intensely desirous to make others go up.
Among the Kosekin the sick are objects of the highest regard. All classes vie with one another in their attentions. The rich send their luxuries; the paupers, however, not having anything to give, go themselves and wait on them and nurse them. For this there is no help, and the rich grumble, but can do nothing. The sick are thus sought out incessantly, and most carefully tended.
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