I
It came to pass in the days of Ahasuerus,—that Ahasuerus who reigned
from India even to Ethiopia, over a hundred and seven and twenty
provinces. In the third year of his reign he waxed wroth against
Vashti his wife, because she had once refused to do his bidding, and
banished her from him. And after his wrath was appeased he regretted
exceedingly what he had done and his heart was filled with yearning
for Vashti. And his servants said, “Let there be fair young virgins
sought for the king throughout all his provinces. And let the maiden
who pleases the king be queen instead of Vashti.” And the plan
pleased the king and he had it executed.
A Jewish youth dwelt in the city of Shushan, and his name was
Zerubbabel, son of Shealtiel. He was descended from the royal house
of David,—a grandchild of the last of the Jewish kings,—and royal
was his mien. He was tall in build and broad-shouldered; in his deep
black eyes shone the glance of a ruler, and the long black hair
that flowed over his neck bore witness to his strength. Whoever saw
him grew fond of him and was inspired with respect, and the Jews
were proud of him. He recalled to them their independence, lost
but a short time since, and awoke in them thoughts of a better, an
independent future. And there was a young Jewish maiden in Shushan,
and she was called Sheshana, and more than aught else Zerubbabel
loved her. She was his comfort and his joy,—his solace in dark
moments and his rest after hard labour. Small she was, and tender,
with white face and black tresses. Her whole soul was revealed in
the dark eyes under the black silken strands of her lashes; a soul
that was loveliness itself. Her laughter was clear and sparkling,
and caressed the ears of her hearers, like silks from Damascus. Her
mouth was ever open with laughter, and through her half-parted lips
there glistened wonderfully white small teeth.
And it happened that when Ahasuerus commanded to appear before him
all the fair daughters of his subjects, so that he might choose a
wife from among them to replace Vashti, Zerubbabel knew that Sheshana
would be the chosen one. So he concealed her in a place where the
king’s servants would not be able to discover her, and did not leave
her side, like a lion ready to pounce upon any one who should stretch
out his hand to her.
But first he said: “You are beautiful, Sheshana, and there is none
under the sun to equal you. You are the fairest of all Judea’s
daughters and in vain will they seek among other tribes for another
like you. A glance from you is the sweetest of sensations, and a
kiss from your lips is eternity. Your body is like the breath of a
sweet flower; happy and blessed is he who may enjoy it. Can it be,
Sheshana—tell me—that you wish to be taken before the king? And
it will come about that when Ahasuerus beholds you, he will sink
to his knees before you, as if the goddess Astaroth had appeared
before him in her fairest form. And you will become the wife of
the king,—reigning as queen from India even to Ethiopia, over a
hundred and seven and twenty provinces. Great and powerful will you
become,—arbiter over the life and death of all the king’s subjects,
and all will tremble before you. Tell me, Sheshana, and I will free
you at once. I myself will open the door for you....”
But she did not allow him to finish, and lay her small white hand
across his mouth. She snuggled close to him with her tender,
flower-like body and rested her head upon his strong bosom; her voice
became frightened and tearful.
“Why do you scare your Sheshana, you wicked Zerubbabel? Picture me
death and annihilation, speak to me of slavery and heavy chains; tell
me that I shall grow ugly, with the face of a leper, and you will
not frighten your Sheshana so much as with your talk of the king and
his kingdom. How could you have spoken so? Tell me, how have I sinned
to deserve it? Do you not yet know, then, how strong is my love for
you? Tell me how to give you further proof of it and I will do so.
Love speaks in various languages; have I not spoken to you in all of
them? Have I not cooed to you like a dove, and have I not cried with
passion’s fiery tongues? Have I not laughed in your embraces with my
clearest laughter, and have I not wept for ecstasy in the sweetness
of my love? You wicked Zerubbabel, my only one! My love is now like a
stricken dove; it has lowered its wings and cast down its weary head
in deep mourning, and it is you who have wounded it!”
She pressed Zerubbabel tightly to her, and his heart shouted with
delight. He did not interrupt her speech, and every word from her
deep-red lips rendered his breathing more difficult. He was unable to
speak; his breast heaved; he drank in her love with his glowing eyes
which were like an ocean that cannot be filled.
And Sheshana threw around his neck her bare white arms and whispered
to him; her voice was like the voice of a distant violin.
“You are my king, and my kingdom is your love. It is greater and
wealthier than that of Ahasuerus. The sun never sets upon my kingdom,
and my rulership over it is unlimited. Your powerful bosom is my firm
land, and upon it I build my most glorious palaces. Your eyes are my
seas; I sink into them even as the sinking sun, and like the rising
sun I look out from them, and my world is bathed in splendour and in
light. Your mighty arms are my armies, and I am secure beneath their
protection. I desire no other kingdom, and the whole world without
you would be too small and too forlorn. My beloved, my only one, my
fortress and my sun, protect your Sheshana, guard well your queen!”
More tightly than ever she pressed Zerubbabel to her, and his voice
quivered with agitation, and yet it spoke of his great strength.
“Zerubbabel is with you, and woe unto him that dares stretch out his
arm toward you, even though it be the king himself. But speak to me,
Sheshana, speak to me, my glorious maiden. Open up Paradise to me
with your words, and I become the god who dwells therein. Coo to me,
my little dove, and fill my heart with blessedness.”
And Sheshana laughed with her clearest laughter, whispering then,
“Small is Sheshana, but great is her love, boundless as the sea. But
Sheshana asks for reward, and she languishes for a kiss!”
Zerubbabel clasped her to him with fiery passion; more fiery still
was his kiss. For a long time he did not remove his lips from her
own, and it was as if in that kiss he lived out his entire life.
Again and again they united in their kisses, and Sheshana laughed
with her clearest laughter. All at once she threw back her head and
raised to his eyes her enchanting glance; playful and infinitely
sweet was her voice. “And what would Zerubbabel do if Sheshana were
to go off to King Ahasuerus?”
Zerubbabel felt a tremor in all his limbs, and he closed his eyes.
Soon he opened them and his glance had become sinister. He embraced
her firmly, as if to shield her so that none might take her away; his
voice was hard. “I know a huge cliff, high above a deep abyss. Upon
that cliff would Zerubbabel climb, and up there would he cry out his
infinite grief. And the rock would crumble to dust from his cries and
would disappear into the abyss with Zerubbabel.”
Now Sheshana felt a tremor in all her limbs; her countenance blanched
and her lips could scarcely move. “Forgive me, dear, for having
spoken thus.” And Zerubbabel clasped her to him with all the strength
of his passion; his eyes burned; he pressed his fiery kiss upon her
lips. “You are mine, mine alone, for all eternity!”