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Stranger, the Syracusan Orthon lays this behest on thee; go never abroad in thy cups on a night of storm. For thus did I come by my end, and far from my rich fatherland I lie, clothed on with alien soil. IX The Death of Cleonicus. Man, husband thy life, nor go voyaging out of season, for brief are the days of men!
Here, as in the business of levitation, the interest of the anthropologist and mythologist lies in the uniformity and identity of narratives from all countries, climates, and ages. Among the earliest rappings with which we chance to be familiar are those reported by Froissart in the case of the spirit Orthon, in the fourteenth century.
'When the day dawned, the Sieur de Corasse arose from his bed, but his wife was filled with such dread of meeting Orthon that she feigned to be ill, and protested she would lie abed all day; for she said, "Suppose I were to see him?" "Now," cried the Sieur de Corasse, "see what I do," and he jumped from his bed and sat upon the edge, and looked about for Orthon; but he saw nothing.
'How far is it? 'Sixty days' journey. 'Hast thou returned thence in so short a time? 'I travel as fast as the wind, or faster. 'What! hast thou got wings? 'Oh, no. 'How, then, canst thou fly so fast? 'That is no business of yours! 'No, said the Knight 'I should like exceedingly to see what form thou hast. 'That concerns you not, replied Orthon; 'be satisfied that you hear me. 'I should love thee better had I seen thee, said the Knight, whereupon Orthon promised that the first thing he should see to-morrow, on quitting his bed, should be no other than himself."
You promised to show yourself to me yesterday, and you never appeared." "Never appeared," said he. "But I did, by my faith." "You did not." "And did you see nothing," said Orthon, "when you leapt from your bed?" 'The Sieur de Corasse thought for a little; then he answered.
Till about three o'clock in the morning he listened while Master Froissart read aloud his poems, tales, or histories, while the courtiers yawned, no doubt, and wished for bedtime. But it was the good Count's manner to turn night into day. He was sometimes melancholy, and, as is told in the story of Orthon, men believed that he saw and knew events far distant, but in what manner none could tell.
Often did he come to the Knight's bed by night, and pull the pillow from under his head " "What was he like?" asked Tristan. "The Lord de Corasse could not tell; he only heard him he never saw aught; for Orthon only came by night, and, having wakened him, would begin by saying, 'he was come from England, Hungary, or elsewhere, and telling all the news of the place." "And what think you was he?"
"I have no power save to wake you and others, and to disturb you when you fain would sleep." "Do as I say," said the Chevalier; "we shall agree well, if only you will abandon this wicked clerk. With him there is nothing but pain, and if you serve me " "Since it is your will," replied Orthon, "it is mine also."
'I say No, said the Knight. 'What! you saw nothing when you leapt out of bed? 'Yes, said the Lord de Corasse, after having considered awhile, 'I saw two straws, which were turning and playing together on the floor. 'That was myself, said Orthon. "The Knight now desired importunately that Orthon would show himself in his own true shape.
"So at night, when Orthon came again, and plucked away the pillow, the Knight asked him from whence he came? 'From Prague, in Bohemia, answered Orthon.
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