The next day came gray and still with unfinished rain of summer and
the sky pressed low over the valley heavy with its burden of the rain,
and the hills were hidden. But the mother rose early and made ready to
take the girl to the town. She could not wait a day more to do what she
could for this child of hers. She had waited all these many days and
even let them stretch out into years, but now in her new motherhood,
washed clean by tears, she could not be too tender or too quick for her
own heart.
As for the young girl, she trembled with excitement while she combed
her long hair and braided it freshly with a pink cord, and she put on
a clean blue coat flowered with white, for she never in all her life
had been away from this small hamlet, and as she made ready she said
wistfully to them all, “I wish my eyes were clear today so I could see
the strange sights in the town.”
But the younger lad, hearing this, answered sharply and cleverly, “Yes,
but if your eyes were clear you would not need to go.”
So apt an answer was it that the young girl smiled as she ever did at
some quick thing he said, but she answered nothing, for she was not
quick herself but slow and gentle in all she did, and when she had
thought a while she said, “Even so, I had rather have my eyes clear and
never see the town, perhaps. I think I would rather have my eyes clear.”
But she said this so long after that the lad had forgotten what he
said, being impatient in his temper and swift to change from this to
that in play or bits of tasks he did, and indeed, he was more like his
father than was any of the three.
But the mother did not listen to the children’s talk. She made ready
and she clothed herself. Once she stood hesitating by a drawer she
opened and she took a little packet out and looked at it, opening the
soft paper that enwrapped it, and it was the trinkets, and she thought,
“Shall I keep them or shall I turn them into coin again?” And she
doubted a while and now she thought, “True it is I can never wear them
again, being held a widow, nor could I bear to wear them anyhow. But I
could keep them for the girl’s wedding.” So she mused staring down at
them in her hand. But suddenly remembering, her gorge rose against them
and she longed to be free from them and from every memory and she said
suddenly with resolve, “No, keep them I will not. And he might come
home--my man might come home, and if he found me with strange trinkets
he would not believe me if I told him I had bought them myself.” So she
thrust the packet in her bosom and called to the girl they must set
forth.
They went along the country road and through the hamlet before there
was a stir, it was so early. The mother strode freely, strong again as
she had not been for long, her head high and free against the misty
air, and she led her daughter by the hand, and the girl struggled to
move quickly, too. But she had not known how little she could see.
About the well known ways of home her feet went easily and surely
enough and she did not know she went by feel and scent and not by
sight, but here the road was strange to her, now high, now low, for the
stones were sunken sometimes, and often she would have fallen had it
not been for her mother’s hand.
Then the mother seeing this was frightened and her heart ran ahead to
meet this fresh evil and she cried out afraid, “I doubt I have brought
you too late, poor child. But you never told me that you could not see
and I thought it was but the water in your eyes that kept you blinded.”
And the girl half sobbing answered, “I thought I saw well enough, too,
my mother, and I think I do, only this road is so up and down, and you
go more quickly than I am used to go.”
Then the mother slowed her steps and said no more and they went on,
more slowly, save that when they came near to that shop of medicine
the mother made haste again without knowing that she did, she was so
eager. It was still early in the day and they were the first buyers and
the medicine seller was but taking down the boards from his shop doors,
and he did it slowly, stopping often to yawn and thrust his fingers
into his long and uncombed hair and scratch his head. When he looked
up and saw this countrywoman and the girl standing there before his
counter he was amazed and he cried out, “What is it you want at such an
early hour?”
Then the mother pointed to her child and she said, “Is there any balm
that you have for such eyes as these?”
The man stared at the girl then and at her seared and red-rimmed eyes
that she could scarcely open at all so red and seared they were, and he
said, “How has she come by such eyes?”
The mother answered, “At first we thought it was the smoke made them
so. My man is dead and I have a man’s work to do on the land, and often
has she fed the fire if I came home late. But these last years it seems
more than this, for I have saved her the smoke, and there seems some
heat that comes up in her of its own accord and burns her eyes. What
fire it can be I do not know, being as she is the mildest maid, and
never even out of temper.”
Then the man shook his head, yawning widely again, and he said
carelessly, “There are many who have eyes like these from some fire in
them, various fires they be, and there is no balm to heal such fever.
It will come up and up. Aye, and there is no healing.”
Now these words fell like iron upon the two hearts that heard them and
the mother said in a low swift voice, “But there may be--there must be
some physician somewhere. Do you know of any good physician not too
costly, since we be poor?”
But the man shook his tousled head languidly and went to fetch some
drug he kept in a little box of wood, and he said as he went, “There is
no skill to make her see, and this I know for I have seen a many such
sore eyes, and every day people come here with such eyes and cry of
inner fever. Aye, and even those foreign doctors have no true good way
I hear, for though they cut the eyes open again and rub the inner part
with magic stones and mutter runes and prayers, still the inner fires
come up and burn the eyes again, and none can cut away that fire for it
burns inside the seat of life. Yet here is a cooling powder that will
cool a little while, though heal it cannot.”
And he fetched a powder rolled in little grains like wheat and the
color of a dark wheat, and he put them into a goose quill and sealed
the other end with tallow and he said again, “Aye, she is blind,
goodwife.” And when he saw how the young girl’s face looked at this
news and how she was bewildered like a child is who has received a
heavy unseen blow, he added, half kindly, too, “And what use to grieve?
It is her destiny. In some other life she must have done an evil
thing, looked on some forbidden sight, and so received this curse. Or
else her father may have sinned, or even you, goodwife--who knows the
heart? But however that may be the curse is here upon her and none can
change what heaven wills.” And again he yawned, his brief kindness
done, and he took the pence the woman gave him and shuffled into some
inner room.
As for the mother, she spoke back with brave anger and she said, “She
is not blind! Whoever heard of sore eyes making people blind? My man’s
mother’s eyes were sore from childhood, but she did not die blind!” And
she went quickly before the man could make an answer, and she held the
girl’s hand hard to stay its trembling, and she went to a silversmith,
not to that same one, and she took from her bosom that packet and she
gave it to the bearded man who kept the shop and said, in a low voice,
“Change me these into coin, for my man is dead and I cannot wear them
more.”
Then while the old man weighed out the trinkets to see what their worth
was in coin, she waited and the young girl began to sob a little softly
in her sleeve and then she said out from her sobs, “I do not believe
I am truly blind, mother, for it seems to me I see something shining
there on the scales, and if I were blind I could not see it, could I?
What is that shining?”
Then the mother knew the girl was blind indeed, or good as blind, for
the trinkets lay bright and plain not two feet from the girl’s face,
and she groaned in herself and she said, “You are right, too, child,
and it is a bit of silver I had in a ring and I cannot wear now, and so
I change it into coin we can use.”
And in this new sorrow come upon her the woman gave no single thought
to the trinkets when they were gone or thought of what they meant. No,
she only thought of this, that with all their silvery shining her child
could not see them, and the old man took them and hung them in his
little case where he kept bracelets and rings and chains for children’s
necks and such pretty things, and she forgot all they had meant to her
except, now, a shining thing her blind child could not see.
* * * * *
Yet was there one thing more to do, and she knew that she must do, if
so be the child was to be truly blind. Holding the girl’s hand she went
along, shielding her from those who passed, for by now the streets
were thronged and many came to buy and sell, farmers and gardeners
setting their baskets of green and fresh vegetables along the sides of
the streets, and fishermen setting out their tubs of fish there too.
But the mother went until she came to a certain shop and she left the
girl beside the door and went in alone, and when a clerk came forward
to know what she would have, she pointed at a thing and said, “That,”
and it was the small brass gong and the little wooden hammer tied to
it that the blind use when they walk to warn others they are blind.
The clerk struck it once or twice to show its worth before he wrapped
it, and hearing that sound the young girl lifted her head quickly and
called, “Mother, there is a blind man here, for I hear a sound clear as
a bell.”
The clerk laughed loudly then, for well he saw the maid was blind, and
he burst out, “There be none but--”
But the mother scowled at him so sourly that he left his words hanging
as they were and gave the thing to her quickly and stood and stared
like any fool at her while she went away, not knowing what to make of
it.
They went home then and the young girl was contented to go home, for
as the morning wore on the town grew full of noise and bustle and
frightening sounds she was not used to hear and loud voices bawling in
a bargain and rude thrusts against her from those she could not see,
and she put her little foot here and there, feeling in her delicate way
as she went, smiling unconsciously in her pain. But the mother grieved
most bitterly in secret and she held hard in her other hand the thing
she had bought, which is the sign of those who are blind.
* * * * *
Yet though she had this little gong, she could not give it to the girl.
She could not take it that the girl’s eyes were wholly sightless. She
waited through the summer and they reaped the grain again, and it was
measured to the new agent that the landlord sent, an old man this time,
some poor cousin or distant kin, and autumn came, but still the mother
could not give the girl the sign. No, there was a thing yet she must
do, a prayer to make. For seeing daily her blind child, the mother
remembered what the apothecary had said that day, “Some sin her parents
did, perhaps--who knows the heart?”
She told herself that she would set forth to a temple that she
knew--not to that wayside shrine nor ever to those gods whose faces
she had covered--but to a temple far away, a whole ten miles and more,
where she had heard there was a kind and potent goddess who heard women
when they prayed bitterly. The mother told her two sons why she went
and they were grave and awed to think what had befallen their sister.
The elder said in his old man’s way, “I have been long afraid there was
a thing wrong with her.” But the younger lad cried out astonished, “As
for me, I never dreamed there was aught wrong with her eyes I am so
used to her as she is!”
And the mother told the maid too and she said, “Daughter, I go to the
temple to the south where there is that living goddess, and it is the
selfsame one who gave the son to Li the Sixth’s wife when she had gone
barren all her life long and she was nearing the end of her time to
bear, and her man grew impatient and would have taken a concubine he
was so angry with her barrenness, and she went and prayed and there
came that fine good son she has.”
And the maid answered, “Well I remember it, mother, and she made two
silken shoes for the goddess and gave them when the boy was born. Aye,
mother, go quickly, for she is a true good goddess.”
So the mother set forth alone, and all day she struggled against
the wind which blew unceasing through this month, blowing down the
cold with it as it came out of the desert north, so that the leaves
shriveled on the trees and the wayside grass turned crisp and sere and
all things came to blight and death. But heavier than the wind, more
bitter, was the fear of the mother now and she feared that her own sin
had come upon the child. When at last she came into the temple she did
not see at all how great and fine it was, its walls painted rosy red
and the gods gilded and many people coming to and fro for worship. No,
she went quickly in, searching out that one goddess that she knew, and
she bought a bit of incense at the door where it was sold, and she said
to the first gray priest she saw, “Where is the living goddess?”
Then he, supposing her from her common looks to be but one of those
many women who came each day to ask for sons, pointed with his pursed
mouth to a dark corner where a small old dingy goddess sat between two
lesser figures who attended her. There the mother went and stood and
waited while an old bent woman muttered her prayers for a son who could
not move and had lain these many years, she told the goddess, on his
bed, so stricken he could not even beget a son again, and the old woman
prayed and said, “If there be a sin in our house for which we have not
atoned, then tell me, lady goddess, if this is why he lies there, and
I will atone--I will atone!”
Then the old woman rose and coughing and sighing she went her way and
the mother knelt and said her wish, too. But she could not forget what
the old woman had said, and to the mother it seemed the goddess looked
down harshly, and that the smooth golden face stared down fixed and
unmoved by the sinful soul who prayed, whose sin was not atoned.
So the mother rose at last and sighed most heavily, not knowing what
her prayer was worth, and she lit her incense and went away again. When
she had walked the ten miles and come to her own door once more, cold
and weary, she sank upon the stool and she said sadly when the children
asked her how the goddess heard her prayer, “How do I know what heaven
wills? I could but say my prayer and it must be as heaven wills and we
can only wait and see how it will be.”
But with all her secret heart she wished she had not sinned her sin.
The more she wished the more she wondered how she could have done it,
and all her gorge rose against that smooth-faced man and she loathed
him for her sin’s sake and because she could not now in any way undo
what had been done. At that hour of deep loathing she was healed of all
her heat and youth, and she was young no more. For her there was no man
left in the world for man’s own sake, and there were only these three
her children, and one blind.