It lightened. It thundered. Suddenly between the black flags the
horse descended.
"What is it, little Psyche?"
"Take me with you."
"Where?"
"Where you like. Take me somewhere. My father is dead. Emeralda
reigns. I dare not stay here any longer."
"Get up...."
She got up. He flew away with her. He flew with her the whole day. The
sun set; the stars glistened in the dark firmament; and he flew
back. Again they approached the castle. The day began to dawn.
"Fly past!" she entreated.
He flew on. Under her she could just see the castle, small as a toy;
the three hundred towers, where green flags now fluttered because
Emeralda reigned. He flew on.
"Chimera!" she cried. "I love you; you are the most beautiful, most
glorious creature that I have ever beheld. Safe I lie upon your back,
tied to your mane, my arms round your neck. But I am tired. I am
dizzy. I am cold. Put me down somewhere.... Can you not rest with
me in a beautiful valley, amongst flowers, near a brook? Are you
not thirsty? Are you not tired, and never dizzy and cold? Will you
not graze and lie in a meadow? Do you never, never rest? Chimera,
I love you so! But why this restless flying from East to West, from
West to East?"
"I must do it, little Psyche."
"Chimera, descend somewhere. Stay somewhere with me. I am tired,
I am cold. I want to go to sleep on a bed of moss, under the shade
of trees; sleep there with me."
"I cannot. My lot is to fly through the air, apparently without an
object, but yet with an object; and what that is, I do not know."
"But what then does the Power want? You fly through the air; the spider
spins its web; Emeralda reigns over dust; everything is as it is. Oh,
life is comfortless! Chimera, I can hold out no longer! I love you
with all my soul, but if you do not descend, then I will loose the
knots of your mane, I will let go my arms that are so tired, and then
I shall fall down into nothingness...."
"Hold out a little longer. Yonder is the purple desert...."
"Oh, that is beautiful!" she exclaimed. "But you fly past it, always
past it...!"
"Do you want to rest, Psyche?"
"Oh, yes...."
"Then I will descend.... Hold out a little longer." She held him tight,
and looked about. He plied his wings with a rapidity that made her
dizzy; they blew a wind round Psyche....
In the air there loomed the purple sands on the golden sea, with a
pearly border of foam; the azure bananas, which waved their tops in
the light-pink ether....
Psyche held her breath.... "Would he descend there...?"
Yes, indeed, he was descending ... he was descending. The purple,
she thought, grew pale as soon as he descended; the sea was no longer
golden, the foliage no longer blue.... But yet, yet it was beautiful,
a dream-conceit, an enchanted land, and he was descending. With his
broad wings he glided down. Now he stood still, snorting his breath
in a cloud of steam. She glided gently down his back on to the sand,
and laughed, and gave a sigh of relief!
"Rest now, here, Psyche!" said he dejectedly, and the quiver in his
bronze-sounding voice startled her; she laughed no more.
"Rest now. Look! here are dates, and there is a spring. The soft
violet night is rapidly spreading over the sky and cooling the too warm
air. A few pale stars are already glistening. Now quench your thirst;
now refresh yourself and rest.... This is a pleasant oasis. Now sleep,
little Psyche. To-morrow will soon be here.... Farewell!"
She looked at him with wondering eyes. She threw herself on his broad,
powerful, heaving breast, and round his arched neck she threw her
trembling arms.
"What...? What do you say, Chimera?" she asked, pale with fear. "What
are you going to do? What do you mean? Surely you will rest here with
me in the soft violet night and amongst the blue flowers? With me you
will refresh yourself with dates and water? You will let me sleep in
the shadow of your wings, and watch over me during the dreadful night?"
"No, little Psyche. I am going farther and farther, and then I will
return. Then after weeks ... after months, perhaps, you will see me
again in the air...."
"You will forsake me? Here in the desert?"
"Take courage, little Psyche: you are now too tired to fly farther
with me through the air. You would slip from my back and fall into
nothingness. Here is a pleasant oasis; here are dates and a murmuring
stream...."
She uttered a cry; her sobs choked her. She uttered a second, which
frightened the hyenas far away in the desert and made them prick up
their ears. She uttered a third, which rent the night-air, and the
stars quivered from sympathy.
"Alone!" she cried, and wrung her hands. "Alone! O Chimera, you will
leave me alone with dates and brook! and I thought ... and still hoped,
that you would stay with me, king in your country of the rainbow!
"Alone! you will leave me alone in a sandy desert, in nothing but sand,
sand in the night, with a single tree and a handful of water! Alone! O
Chimera, you cannot do that...! For I love you; I adore you with all
my soul, and shall die of grief and tears, Chimera, if you fly away
from me! I love you; I worship your golden eyes, your voice of bronze,
your steaming breath, your panting flanks, your mane, to which I bound
myself, your flaming wings, which carried me far, farther and farther
... to this place...! O Chimera, lay down your smoking limbs in the
shadow of the night; lay your noble head in my arms and my bosom, and
together we will rest, and to-morrow fly away farther, united forever!"
"I cannot, O little Psyche. I too love you, sweet burden which lay
between my wings--little butterfly with weak wings, that lent strength
to my flight; but now...."
"But now--O Chimera, but now...?"
"But now I must go, continue my lonely journey to and fro, without
knowing why.... Farewell, little Psyche, hope in life, hope in the
morrow...."
He spread his wings, his limbs quivered, he ascended into the air.
She wrung her arms, her hands. She sobbed, she sobbed....
"Have pity!!" she implored. "Pity, pity! What have I done? Why do you
punish me so? My God, what have I done? I have trusted, hoped, given
my soul in happiness.... Is happiness then punished? Is it not good
to hope, to trust, and to love? Ought I then to have mistrusted and
hated? What do I ask? He no longer hears me! What do I care for the
problems of life! Him I love, and in me is nothing but my love and
despair, and round me is the desert and the night, and now ... now
I must die!"
She sobbed, and her tears flowed. She was alone. Around her loomed
the night, around her stretched the sands as far as the perceptible
horizon. And above her glistened the stars.
And she wept. Her grief was too great for her little soul. She wept.
"Alone!" she sobbed. "Alone...! I will not quench my thirst, I will
not refresh myself, nor will I sleep. I am tired, but I will go on...."
On she went, and wept. In the night she walked on through the sand,
and she wept. She wept from fear and despair. And she wept so, her
tears flowed so many down her cheeks that they fell, her tears, like
drops, great and warm, deep into the sand. Her tears flowed down into
the sand. And she wept, she kept weeping, and as she went along ... her
tears did not stop. Then in the sand, her tears so warm and so great,
formed little lakes. And as she went and kept going on and weeping,
the little lakes flowed into one another, and behind her flowed a
stream of tears. Meandering after her flowed her tears. And on she
went in the night and wept.... After her, meandered faithfully the
stream of her tears.... And she thought of her lost happiness.... He
had forsaken her.... Why...? She had loved him so, still loved him
so.... Oh, she would always love him so--always, always!
And in her love she did not scold him. For she loved him and scolded
not. She longed for no revenge, for she loved him....
"That was fate," she thought, weeping. "He could not do anything
else. He was obliged...."
She wept. And oh! she was so tired, so tired of the wide sky, so tired
of the wide sand! Then she thought she could go no farther, and should
fall into the stream of her tears.... But before her a lofty shadow
fell with gloomy darkness on the violet night. She looked up, and
had to strain her neck to see to the top of the shadow. The shadow
was round above, and then tapered off behind.... But she wept so,
that she did not see.... Then with her hand she wiped away the tears
from her eyes, and gazed.... The shadow was awful, like that of an
awfully great beast. And she kept wiping away her tears, which formed
a pool around her, and gazed....
Then she saw. She saw, squatting in the sand, a terribly great beast
like a lion, immovable. The beast was as great as a castle, high as a
tower; its head reached to the stars. But its head was the head of a
woman, slender, enveloped in a basalt veil, which fell down, right and
left, along her shoulders. And the woman's head stood on the breast
of a woman, two breasts of a gigantic woman, of basalt. But the body,
that squatted down in the sand, was a lion, and the forepaws protruded
like walls.
The night shone. The sultry night shone with diamonds over the
horizonless desert. And in the starlight night the beast, terrible,
rested there, half-woman, half-lion, squatting in the sand, its
paws extended and its breasts and woman's head protruding, gigantic,
reaching to the stars. Her basalt eyes stared straight before her. Her
mouth was shut and so were the basalt lips, which would never speak.
Psyche stood before the beast. Around her was the night; around her was
the sand; above her the diamond, shining stars. Silently shuddering
and full of awe, stood Psyche. Then she thought: "It must be she,
the Sphinx...."
She wept. Her tears flowed; she stood in the stream of her tears,
which, winding along, followed her. And weeping, she lifted up her
voice, small in the night--the voice of a child that speaks in the
illimitable.
"Awful Sphinx," she said, "make me wise. You know the problem of
life. I pray you solve it to me, and let me no longer weep...."
The Sphinx was silent.
"Sphinx," continued Psyche, "open your stony lips. Speak! Tell me the
riddle of life. I was born a princess, naked, with wings; I cannot
fly. The light-gold Chimera, the splendid horse with the silver wings,
came down to me, took me away with him in wanderings through the air,
and I loved him. He has left me--me, a child--alone in the desert,
alone in the night. Tell me why? If I know, I shall--perhaps--weep no
more. Sphinx, I am tired. I am tired of the air, tired of the sand,
tired from crying. And I cannot stop; I keep on crying. If you do
not speak to me, Sphinx, then I will drown you, gigantic as you are,
in my tears. Look at them flowing around me; look at them rippling at
your feet like a sea. Sphinx, they will rise above your head. Sphinx,
speak!"
The Sphinx was silent.
The Sphinx, with stony eyes, looked away into the night of diamond
stars. Her basalt lips remained closed.
And Psyche wept. Then she cast a look at the stars.
"Sacred Stars," she murmured, "I am alone. My father is dead. The
Chimera has gone. The Sphinx is silent. I am alone, and afraid and
tired. Sacred Stars, watch over me. See my tears no longer flow;
for this night they are exhausted.... I can cry no more. I will go
to sleep, here, between the feet of the Sphinx. She speaks not, it
is true; but--perhaps she is not angry, and if she wants to crush me
with her foot, I care not. But yet I will go to sleep between her
powerful feet. In your looks of living diamond, I feel compassion
thrill.... Sacred Stars, I will go to sleep; watch over me...."
She lay down between the feet of the Sphinx, against the breast of
the Sphinx. And she was so little and the Sphinx so great, that she
was like a butterfly sitting near a tower.
Then she fell asleep.
The night was very still. Far, far away in the boundless desert, a mist
drifted horizonlessly along, and lit up the darkness. The stream of
Psyche's tears meandered, like a silver thread, far away from whence
she had come. She herself slept. The Sphinx, with staring eyes and
closed mouth, looked out high into the night. The stars twinkled
and watched.