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Updated: September 27, 2025
This, then, is what they write to me. But I will relate your story to Monseigneur. It will prove to him that Lilith exists and that I do not dream." I implored Monsieur Safrac to listen to me a moment more. "When she went away, my father, Leila left me a leaf of cypress on which certain characters which I cannot decipher had been traced with the point of a style. It seems to be a kind of amulet."
"My father," I replied, with a great effort, "to-morrow I will speak to you of Paul d'Ervy and of another person." M. Safrac pressed my hand. We separated, and I went to the room which had been prepared for me.
"I say," said the man, "are you going to stop at the presbytery? You know the curé?" "I have known him ever since I was a child. He was my master when I was a student." "Is he learned in books?" "My friend, M. Safrac, is as learned as he is good." "So they say. But they also say other things." "What do they say, my friend?" "They say what they please, and I let them talk."
At these words Monsieur Safrac, who had listened to me for some moments with growing impatience, rose, and standing before the fireplace, lifted his cassock to his knees to warm his legs and said with a severity which came near being disdain: "You are a wretched blasphemer, and instead of despising your crimes, you only confess them because of your pride and delight in them.
He paused, then he continued in a low voice and with a solemnity truly religious: "I, Martial Safrac, unworthy priest, doctor of theology, submissive as an obedient child to the authority of our Holy Mother the Church, I assert with absolute certainty yielding all due submission to our holy father the Pope and the Councils that Adam, who was created in the image of God, had two wives, of whom Eve was the second."
Faith should not be timid when unbelief shows an indomitable audacity. The Church nowadays has lambs only; and it needs lions. Who will give us back those learned fathers and doctors whose erudition embraced all sciences? Truth is like the sun; it requires the eye of an eagle to contemplate it." "Ah, M. Safrac, you brought to bear on all questions that daring vision which nothing dazzles.
M. Safrac, his hand raised to his forehead, remained lost in thought. He was the first to break the silence. "My son, this confirms my great discovery. What you tell me will confound the vainglory of our modern sceptics. Listen to me. We live today in the midst of miracles as did the first-born of men. Listen, listen!
He embraced me, and smiled on me with that exquisite kindness of which he had given so many proofs during my childhood, and then he stepped back, as if to see me better. "Well, adieu!" he said, greeting me according to the custom of his country, for M. Safrac was born on the banks of the Garonne, in the home of those famous wines which seemed the symbol of his own generous and fragrant soul.
Monsieur Safrac took the light film which I held out to him and examined it carefully. "My God, promise me death, so that I may taste of life. My God, give me remorse, so that I may at last find happiness. My God, make me the equal of the daughters of Eve." Laeta Acilia lived in Marseilles during the reign of the Emperor Tiberius.
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