第1章

ANOTEONTHEAUTHOROFMESSERMARCOPOLO

SoCelticinfeelingandatmospherearethestoriesofDonnByrnethatmanyofhisdevoteeshavecometobelievethatheneverlivedanywherebutinIreland。Actually,DonnByrnewasborninNewYorkCity。

Shortlyafterhisbirth,however,hisparentstookhimbacktothelandofhisforefathers。Therehewaseducatedandcametoknowthepeopleofwhomhewrotesomagically。AtDublinUniversityhislovefortheIrishlanguageandforagoodfightwonhimmanyprizes,firstasawriterinGaelicandsecondastheUniversity’slightweightboxingchampion。AftercontinuinghisstudiesattheSorbonneandtheUniversityofLeipzig,hereturnedtotheUnitedStates,where,in1911,hemarriedandestablishedahomeinBrooklynHeights。Heearnedhisliving,whiletryingtowriteshortstories,asaneditorofdictionaries。

Soonhistalesbegantoattractattentionandheaddedtohiscollectionofboxingprizesmanyotherswoninshort-storycontests。WhenMESSER

MARCOPOLOappearedin1921hisreputationintheliteraryworldwasfirmlyestablished。Thereafter,whateverhewrotewashailedenthusiasticallybyhisever-growingpublic,until1928,whenhistragicdeathinanautomobileaccidentcutshortthecareerofoneofAmerica’sbest-lovedstory-tellers。

MESSERMARCOPOLO

Themessagecametome,atthesecondcheckofthehunt,thatacountrymanandaclansmanneededme。Thegroundwasheavy,thedayraw,anditwasadrag,toofastforfunandtootameforsport。

SoIblessedthecountrymanandtheclansman,andturnedmybackonthefield。

Butwhentheytoldmehisname,Iallbutfellfromthesaddle。

\"Butthatman’sdead!\"

Buthewasn’tdead。HewasinNewYork。HewastravelingfromthecraigsofUlstertohisgrandson,whohadanorange-groveontheIndianRiver,inFlorida。Hewasn’tdead。AndIsaidtomyselfwithimpatience,\"Musteverymanbornninetyyearsagobedead?\"

\"Butthisisadamnedthing,\"Ithought,\"tobesaddledwithamanoverninetyyearsold。TohavetoactasGARDE-MALADEatmyage!

Whycouldn’thehavestayedanddiedathome?Sure,oneofthesedayshewilldie,aswealldie,andtheghostofhimwillneverbecontentonthesluggishriver,bythemossytrees,wheretheblueheronsandthewhitecranesandthegreatgraypelicansfly。Itwillbegoingback,Iknow,totheboomingsurfandthered-berriedrowan-treesandthebarkingeaglesofAntrim。TodieoutofUlster,whenonecandieinUlster,thereisageyfoolishthing……\"

ButtheharshlogicofUlsterleftme,andthesoftmoodofUlstercameonmeasIrememberedhim,andIgoingintothetownonthetrain。

Andthelatewintergrass,ofWestchester,spare,scrofulous;thejerry-builtbungalows;thelinesofuncomelylinen;theblatantadvertisingboards——alltheunbeautyofitpassedaway,andIwasagainintheAntrimglens。TherewasthesoftpurpleoftheIrishChannel,andtherethesoft,dimoutlineofScotland。Therewastheherringschoolsilverinthesun,andIcouldseeitfromthecragswherethesurfboomedlikeadrum。Andunderfootwasthespringyheather,thebelledandpurpleheather……

Andtherecametomeagainthevisionoftheoldman’sthatchedfarmhousewhenthemoonwasupandthebatswereout,andthewindsoftheCountyAntrimcamebellyingdowntheglens……Theturffireburnedonthehearth,nowred,nowyellow,andtherewasthegoldenlightoflamps,andMalachioftheLongGlenwasrecitingsomepoemofBlindRaftery’s,orthelamentofPierreRonsardforMary,QueenofScots:

Taribinomocheadshearcannmophocssios。

AgasmnaEiripnileigheasfadaoismobhron,faraor!

Tamereidhleatgondeantarcomhracaol!

Agasgobhfasfaidhanfearnodhiaidhsinthridmolaranios!

Thereisaribbonfrommyonlyloveinmypocketdeep,AndthewomenofEuropetheycouldnotcuremygrief,alas!

Iamdonewithyouuntilanarrowcoffinbemadeforme。

Anduntilthegrassshallgrowafterthatupthroughmyheart!

AndIsuddenlydiscoveredontherumblingtrainthatapartfromthehurlingandthefoot-ballandthejumpingofhorses,whatlifeI

rememberedofUlsterwasboundupinMalachiCampbelloftheLongGlen……

Averystrangeoldman,hardyasablackthorn,immense,bowedshoulders,thefaceofsomeoldhawkofthemountains,hairwhiteandplentifulassomeoldcardinal’s。Allhiskinsfolkweredeadexceptforonegranddaughter……Andhehadbecomeatraditionintheglens……

Itwassaidhehadbeenanecclesiasticalstudentabroad,inValladolid……andthathehadforsakenthatlife。AndinFrancehehadbeenatutorinthefamilyofMacMahon,roid’Irlande……andsomewherehehadmarried,andhiswifehaddiedandlefthimmoney……andhehadcomebacktoAntrim……HehadbeeninthePapalZouaves,andfoughtalsointheAmericanCivilWar……AstrangeoldfigurewhoknewGreekandLatinaswellasmostprofessors,andwhohadneverforgottenhisGaelic……

Antrimwillevercolormyownwriting。MyFifthAvenuewillhavesomethinginitoftheheatherglen。Mypeoplewillhavealwaysaphrase,athought,aflashofScots-Irishmysticism,andforthatImusteitherthankorblameMalachiCampbelloftheLongGlen。

ThestoriesIheard,andIyoung,werenotofLittleRolloandSirWalterScott’s,butthehorribletaleoftheNakedHangman,whogoesthroughtheValleysonMidsummer’sEve;ofDermot,andGranyeoftheBrightBreasts;oftheCattleRaidofMaeve,QueenofConnacht;oftheoldageofCuchulainintheIslandofSkye;

grisly,homelystories,suchasyonoftheghostlyfoot-ballersofCushendun,whoseballisaskull,andwhosegoalistheportalsofaruinedgraveyard;strangereligiouspoems,liketheDialogueofDeathandtheSinner:

Dothugainnloistindogachdeoraidhtreith-lag——

Iusedtogivelodgingtoeverypoorwanderer;

FoodanddrinktohimIwouldseeinwant,Hisproperpaymenttothemanrequestingreckoning,Och!IsnotJesushardifhecondemnsme!

Allthesestories,ofallthesepeoplehetold,hadtheunreal,shimmeringqualityofthatmiragethatisseenfromPortrushcliffs,aglitteringcityinagoldendesert,surroundedbyastrangeseamist。

Allthesesongs,allthesewordshespoke,werenative,hadthesametangastheturfsmoke,theGaelicqualitythatisindarklakesonmountainssummits,inploversnestsamidtheheather……AndtorememberthemnowinNewYork,toseehim……

Fifteenyearshadchangedhimbutlittle:littlemoretremorandslownessinthewalk,abowtothegreatshoulders,aneyethatflashedlikeaknife。

\"AndwhatdoyouthinkofNewYork,Malachi?\"

\"Iwasherebefore,yourhonorwillremember。IfoughtattheWilderness。\"

Iforboreaskinghimwhatchangehehadfound。Isawhisquiveringnostrils。

Inafewdayshewouldproceedsouth,whenhehadorientatedhimselfafterthedaysofshipboard。

Thatnightitseemedeveryonechosetocomeinandclusteraroundthefire。Randall,thepoet;andthetwoblondDanishgirls,withtheirhairlikeflax;Fraser,thegolfer,justoverfromPrestwick;

andayoungwriter,withhisspursyettowin;andthisone……andthatone。

TheyallkeptsilenceasoldMalachspoke,sportsmen,artists,menandwomenoftheworld;ahushcameonthemandtheireyesshowedtheywerenotbeforethecracklingfireinthelongroomsbutamazedintheAntrimglens。

Yes,oldMalachisaid,thingswerechangedoverthere,andagreaterchangewasliable……PeoplewhisperedthatintheValleyoftheBlackPigtheBoarwithoutBristleshadbeenseenatthecloseoftheday,andinTemplemoretherewasableedingimage,andthesewereominousportents……Somefolksbelievedandsomedidn’t……

AndthegreatIrishhunterthathadwontheGrandNational,thegreatesthorseintheworld……ButourManofWar,Malachi?……

Oh,sure,allhecoulddowasrun,andahareoragreyhoundcouldbeathimatthat;butShawnSpadah,agreatjumperhim,aswellasarunner;infine,ahorse……AnddidIknowthatRedSimonMcEwerofCushundallhadgonearoundPortrushineighteenconsecutivefours?……ARathlinIslanderhadtriedtheswimacrosstoScotland,butdidn’tmakeit,andtherewasgreatarguingastowhetheritwasbecauseofthecurrentsoroflackofstrength……TherewererumblingsintheGiants’Causeway……verystrange……AwomaninOranhadthesecondsight,themostpowerfulgiftofsecondsightingenerations……TherewasanewpiperinIslay,anditwassaidhewasasecondMcCrimmon……AndanewpoethadariseninUist,andallovertheHighlandstheywererecitinghissongsandhis\"LamentfortheBruce\"……WasIstillaskeenfor,didIstillrememberthepoems,andthegreatstories?……

\"’Behold,thenightisofgreatlength,’\"Iquoted,\"’Unbearable。

Tellus,therefore,ofthosewondrousdeeds。’\"

\"Ifyou’verememberedyourGaidhligasyou’verememberedyourGreek!\"

\"It’salongtimesinceyou’vehadastoryofme,twelvelongyears,andit’salongtimebeforeyou’llhaveanother,andIgoingawaytomorrow。OldSergeantDeathhashiswarrantoutformethismanyaday,andit’sonlythewisdomofanolddogfoxthateludeshim;

buthe’lllaymebytheheelsoneofthesedays……thenthere’llbeanendtothegrandstories……Soafterthis,ifyou’rewantingastory,youmustbewritingityourself……

\"ButbeforeIdie,I’llleaveyouthestoryofMarcoPolo。There’sbeenapowerofbookswrittenaboutMarcoPolo。Thescholarshavepusheduptheirspectaclesandbrushedthecobwebsfromtheirears,andthey’vesaid,’There’sallthereisaboutMarcoPolo。’

\"Butthescholarsareaqueerandblindpeople,BrianOge。I’veheardtellthere’sadoctorinSpaincanweightheearth。Buthecan’tplowafurrowthatisneedful,forplantingcorn。Thescholarscantellhowmanyarethefeathersinabird’swing,butittakesmetoinformthedoctorswhythecallcomestothem,andtheyflyoveroceanswithoutcompassorsextantorsightofland。

\"Didyoueverseeascholarstandinginfrontofaslipofagirl?

Inallhislearninghecanfindnothingtosaytoher。Andeverypennypoetinthecountryknows。

\"Letyoubelisteningnow,BrianOge,andletalsothescholarsbelistening。Butwhetherthescholarsdoornot,I’mnotcaring。

Apopeoncelistenedtomewithgreatrespect,andamarshalofFranceandpoetswithoutnumber。Butthescholarsdobeturninguptheirnoses。And,mindyou,I’vegotasmuchscholarshipasthenextman,asyou’llseefrommystory。

\"Barringmyself,istherenooneinthishousethattakessnuff?

No!Ah,well,timesdobechanging。\"

CHAPTERI

Nowit’snearingnightonthefirstdayofspring,andyoucouldseehowloathdaywastobegoingforeventheshorttimeuntiltherisingofthesunagain。Andthoughtherewasachillonthecanals,yettherewasgreatcolortothesunset,theredofitonthewaterebbingintoorange,andthentopurple,andlosingitselfintheolivepoolsnearthemooring-ties。AndalittlewindcameupfromtheGreekislands,andnowsurgedandfluttered,thewayyou’dthinkaharpermightbeplaying。You’dhearnosound,butthemelodywasthere。Itwastherhythmofspring,thattheoldpeoplerecognize。

Buttheyoungpeoplewouldknowitwasspring,too,bytokenofthegaietythatwasintheair。Fornothingbringsjoytotheheartlikethecomingofspring。Thefolkwhodobeblindalltherestoftheyear,theireyesdoopenthen,andasunsettakesthem,andtheweevirginflowerscomingupbetweenthestones,orthetwitterofabirduponthebough……Andyoungwomendobepreeningthemselves,andyoungmendobesinging,eventheythathavethevoicesofrooks。

Thereissomethingstirringinthemthatisstirring,intheground,withtheburstingoftheseeds……

AndyoungMarcoPolothrewdownthequillinthecountinghousewherehewaslearninghistrade。Thenightwascomingon。Hewasonlyastripofalad,andtoladsthenightisnotrestfromwork,andthequietnessofsleeping,butgaming,anddrinking,andcourtingyoungwomen。Now,thereweretwowomenhemighthavegoneto,andonewasagreatVenetianlady,withhairtheredofaqueen’scloak,andagreatnobleshapetoherandgreatdignity。Butwithherhewouldonlyberecitingversesormakinggrand,stiltedcompliments,thelikeofthoseyouwouldhearinaplay。Andwhilethatseemedtofitinwithwinterandcandlelight,itwaspoorsportforspring。

Theotheronewasablack,plumplittlegown-maker,apleasant,singinglittlewoman,veryaffectionate,andveryproudtohaveoneofthegreatPoloslovingher。Shewaseagerforkissing,andalwaysaskingtheladtobecarefulofhimself,tobeputtinghiscloakon,ortobesureanddrinksomethingwarmwhenhegothomethatnight,fortheairfromthecanalswaschill。Thegreatladywastoomuchofthemind,andthelittlegown-makerwastoomuchofthebody,eitherofthem,tobepleasingyoungMarcoonthefirstnightofspring。

Now,itisaqueerthingwillbepleasingayoungmanonthefirstnightofspring。Thewanderingfootitches,andthemindandbodyarekeentofollow。Thereisthatinsideayoungmanthatmakesthehuntingdogrisefromthehearthonamoonlitnight:\"Begor!it’smyself’lltakeaturnthroughthefieldsonthechanceofabitofcoursing。Aweasel,maybe,oranotter,wouldbeoutthenight。

Orahareitself。Ay,therewouldbesportforyou!Theharerunninghell-for-leather,andmeafterhimoverbrakeanddell。

Ay!Ay!Ay!Agoodhunt’sajewel!I’lltakeastretchalongtheroad。\"

Orthereisinhimwhatdoesbetroublingthebirds,andtheyontropicislands。\"Tweet-tweet,\"theygrumble。\"Agrandplacethissurely,andverycomfortableforthewinter。Thepalm-treesaregreen,butI’dratherhavethegreenofyounggrass。Andthesea,youken,itbecomesmonotonous。DoyourememberthepeachesofChampagne,wife,andthecherry-treesofAntrim?Doyourememberthefarmerwhowassuchabadshot,andhiswifewiththeredpetticoat?I’mfeelingfineandstronginthewings,AVOURNEEN。

Whatdoyousay?Let’sbundleandgo!\"

Hewanderedoutwiththediscontentoftheseasononhim。Thesunhaddroppedatlast,andeverywhereyou’dseetorches,andtheimageoftorchesinthewater。Onthecanalsofthetowngreatbargesmoved。Everywherewerefine,nobleshadowsandthesplashingofoars。

Therewasagreatadmiral’sgalley,readytoputtoseaagainstGenoa。

ThereabigmerchantmanbackfromAfrica。Andalongthecanalswentallthepeopleintheworld,you’dthink。NowitwasaFrenchman,allsilksandsatinsand’la-di-da,monsieur!’OraSpaniardwithapointedbeardandlong,leanlegsandalong,leansword。AndnowitwasaGreekcourtesan,whiteasmilk,sittinginhergondolaasonathrone。HerewasaMuscovite,hairy,dirty,withfinefurandfinejewelsandteethsharpasadog’s。AndnowaneffeminateGreeknobleman,languidasabride。AndherewereMoorishcaptains,Othello’smen,greatgiantsofblackmarble;andswarthy,hook-nosedmerchantsofPalestine;andthesquiresofCrusaders——pretty,ringletedboys,swearinglikedemons。AndhereandtherewereScotsandIrishmercenaries,kilted,sensitivefolk,onemomentsmilingatyouandthenextaknifeinyourgizzard。

Andashewentthroughthecourtstherewerewhispersandlaughter,andoccasionallyasoftvoiceinvitedhimtoenter;buthesmiledandshookhishead。NeartheCanaldeMestre,whichisclosebytheGhetto,hestoppedbythewine-shopcalledThePrinceofBulgaria,andhecouldheargreatdisputation。AndsomewerespeakingofBaldwinII,andhowhehadnogutstohaveletPalaeologustakeConstantinoplefromhim。AndothersweremurmuringaboutGenoa。

\"Markus,theymeantrouble,thosedogs。Betterwipethemoffthefaceoftheearthnow。\"AndagroupwerediscussingthechancesofraidingtheJewishKingdomoftheYemen。\"They’vegottemplesthereroofedwithgold。\"……AndanIrishpiperwasplayingonalittlesilversetofpipes,andanIndianmagicianwasdoinggreatsleightofhand……

\"I’llgoinandtalktothestrangeforeignpeople,\"saidMarcoPolo。

CHAPTERII

Now,youmightbethinkingthatthepictureI’mdrawingisoutofmyownhead。Letyounotbethinkingofitasitisnow,acityofshadowsandghosts,withafewscantvisitorsmooninginthecanals。ThePrideoftheWestshewas,theJeweloftheEast。

Constantinoplewashercourtyard。Greece,Egypt,Abyssinia,Bulgaria,andMuscovy,herten-acrefields。TheCrusadersontheirwaytofighttheSaracenstoppedtopleadforherhelpandgenerosity。

Therewerenosoldiersmorechivalrous,noteventheFrench。Therewerenobetterfighters,noteventheHighlandclans。Sailors?

You’dthinkthosefellowshadinventedthesea。Andasforrichesandtreasures,oh!thewonderoftheworldshewas!Tributeshehadfromeverywhere;thefourgreathorsesofSaintMarktheycamefromConstantinople。ThetwogreatmarblecolumnsfacingthePiazetta,sure,theycamefromAcre。Whenforeignpowerswantedtheloanofmoney,itwastoVenicetheycame。ConsidertheprobityofVenetianmen。TheyonceheldaspledgetheCrownofThornsitself。

KingLouisIXofFranceredeemedit。

Theprocessionsofthetradespeoplewerelikeaking’sretinue,andtheymarchinginstateontheelectionofadoge。Eachintheirseparateorderthey’dcome,themastersmithsfirst,asisright,everyonegarlandedlikeaconqueror,withtheirbannerandtheirbuglers。Thefurriersnextinermineandtaffeta;thetanners,withsilvercupsfilledwithwine;thetailorsinwhite,withvermilionstars;thewool-workers,witholivebranches;thequilt-

makersincloakstrimmedwithfleur-de-lis;thecloth-of-goldweavers,withgoldencrownssetwithpearls;theshoemakersinfinesilk,whilethesilk-workerswereinfustian;thecheese-dealersandpork-butchersinscarletandpurple;thefish-mongersandpoulterers,armedlikemen-of-war;theglass-makers,withelegantspecimensoftheirart;thecomb-makers,withlittlebirdsincages;thebarber-surgeonsonhorseback,verydignified,verylearned,andwiththatyou’dthinkthere’dbeanendtothem,butcastyoureyebackonthatprocessionandyou’dfindguildsasfarasyoursightwouldreach……

Letyoubegoingdownthemarkets,andwhatwouldyouseeforsale?

Boots,clothes,bread?No,theywereoutofsight;butscatteredonthebooths,thelikeoffarlsofbreadonafair-day,you’dfindclovesandnutmegs,maceandebonyfromMoluccas,thathadcomebywayofAlexandriaandtheSyrianports;sandalwoodfromTimor,inAsia;camphorfromBorneo。SumatraandJavasentbenzointohermarkets。CochinChinasentbitteraloes-wood。FromChinaandJapanandfromSiamcamegum,spices,silks,chessmen,andcuriositiesfortheparlor。RubiesfromPeru,fineclothsfromCoromandel,andfinerstillfromBengal。TheygotspikenardfromNepaulandBhutan。

TheirdiamondswerefromGolconda。FromNirmultheypurchasedDamascussteelfortheirswords。Noristhatallyou’dsee,andyou’dbegoingdownbythemarketsonasunnymorning,andafine-

thinking,low-voicedwomanonyourarm。You’dseepearlsandsapphires,topazandcinnamonfromCeylon;lacandagates,brocadesandcoralfromCambay;hammeredvesselsandinlaidweaponsandembroideredshawlsfromCashmere。Asforspices,neverwouldyournostrilsmeetsuchanodor:bdelliumfromScinde,muskfromTibet,galbanumfromKhorasan;fromAfghanistan,asafetida;fromPersia,sagapenum;ambergrisandcivetfromZanzibar,andfromZanzibarcameivory,too。AndfromZeila,Berbera,andShehricamebalsamandfrankincense……

AndthatwasVenice,andMarcoPoloayoungman。Andnowit’sonlyatownlikeanyothertownbutforitschurchesandcanals。There’smanyatownhasghosts,butnonetheghoststhatVenicehas;notRomeitself,orTaraofthekings。

\"Oncedidshehold,\"Randallquoted,\"thegorgeousEastinfee;

AndwasthesafeguardoftheWest;theworthOfVenicedidnotfallbelowherbirth,Venice,theeldestChildofLiberty。

Shewasamaidencity,brightandfree;

Noguileseduced,noforcecouldviolate;

And,whenshetookuntoherselfamate,ShemustespousetheeverlastingSea!\"

Timeisthegreatestrogueofall。NotallthearrowsofAttilacandothedamageofatrickleofsandinanhour-glass!TyreandSidon,Carthage,ancientBabylon,andVenice,queenofthemall。

IamdescribingVenicetoyouforthisreason。YoumightnowstandwhereTroy’swallsoncewereandsaytoyourself:\"WasthiswhereHelenwalkedwithherlittleson?Wasthiswheretheloveliestfaceofageswept?\"Andachillofdoubtwouldcomeonyou,andyouwouldthink,\"I’vebeenwastingmysorrowandwastingmylove,foritwasallnothingbutanoldtalemadeupinaminstrel’shead。\"

AndsometimeinVenice,afteryourdinnerinahotel,you’dgooutforawhileinaBARCA,thatwouldhavenomoreromancetoitnorthebarkagilliewouldrow,andyousalmon-fishingonacold,blusteryday,andyouwouldfeeldisappointed,youhavingcomesofar,andyou’dsay:\"Itwasagrandstorysurely,andbravelydiditpassthewinterevening;butwasn’toldMalachioftheLongGlentheliaroftheworld!\"

Iwouldn’thaveyousayingthat,andIdead。InallI’mtellingyou,I’dhaveyoutoknowthere’snotaha’porthoflie。

CHAPTERIII

AndsoMarcoPolowentintothewine-shoptoseeandhearthestrangeforeignpeople。

Itwasadark,longroom,veryhigh,fullofshadowsbetweentheflamingtorchesonthewall。Atonesideofitwasagreatfireburning,forallitwasthefirstnightofspring。Atoneendofitwerethegreatbarrelsofliquorforthethirstycustomers;

blackbeerfortheEnglishandtheIrish,grand,hairystuffwithgreatfoamtoit,andbrownbeerfortheGermans;andtherewaswhitewinetherefortheFrenchpeople,andredwinefortheItalians,asquebaughfortheScots,andrumfromthesugarcaneforsuchashadcoldintheirbones。Therewasallkindofdrinkthereinthebrass-boundbarrels——drinkwouldmakeyoumadanddrinkwouldmakeyoumerry,drinkwouldputheartinatimidmananddrinkwouldmakefightingmenpeacefulaspigeons;anddrinkthatwouldmakeyouforgettrouble——allinthebrass-boundbarrelsattheendoftheroom。

Andpleasant,fatlittlemenwereroamingaroundservingthevariedliquorinlittlesilvercups,andfineVenetianglassesforthewine,andinbroad-bellieddrinking-potsthatwouldholdmorethanaquart。

Andtherewassuchababeloflanguageaswasneverheardbutinoneplacebefore。

Someofthedrinkersweredicingandshoutingastheywon,andgrumblingandcursingwhentheylost。Andsomeweresinging。

AndsomeweredancingtotheIrishpipes。AndtherewasaknotaroundtheIndianconjurer。

Buttherewasonemanbyhimselfatatable。Andhimbeingsosilent,you’dthinkhewasshoutingforattention。Hewassorestfulagainstthegreatcommotion,you’dknowhewasagreatman。Youmightturnyourbackonhim,andyou’dknowhewasthere,thoughheneverevenwhisperednorputoutafinger。Afat,pleasant,close-coupledmanhewas,inloose,greenclothes,withgoldbrocadeonthem。Andthereweretwobiggoldear-ringsinhislobes。Hesmokedaweepipewiththebowlhalf-waysupit。Thepipewassilverandallstem,andthebowlnobiggerthanaten-centpiece。Hisshoulderswereverypowerful,soyou’dknowhewasamanyoushouldbepoliteto,andoutofthatchestofhisagreatshoutcouldcome。Hemighthavebeenaworking-man,only,whenhefingeredhispipe,you’dseehishandswereaswellkeptasalord’slady’s,fineassilkandpolishedtoadegree。

Andyou’dthinkmaybeapleasantpoet,whichisascarcething,untilyoulookedatthebrownfaceofhimandbiggoldear-rings。

Andthenyou’dknowwhathewas:hewasagreatsea-captain。

Butwheredidhecomefrom?Youmightknowfromthehighcheekbonesandtheeyesthatwereonaslant,asitwere,thatitwasanEasternmanwasinit。ItmightbeJavaanditmightbeBorneo,oritmightbethestrangecountryofJapan。

Andtherewereacoupleofstrangeoccurrencesinthewine-shop。

TheIndianjugglerwasbeingbaitedbythefightingmen,aspeoplewillbeafterpokingcoarsefunataforeigner。TheslimHindufellowwasn’ttakingitatallwell。Hewaslookingwitheyeslikegimletsatabigbullockofasoldierthatwasleadingthetormenters。

\"Showmesomethingwouldsurpriseme,\"hewasordering。\"Bedamnedtothisoldwoman’sentertainment!\"sayshe。\"Asamagician,\"

sayshe,\"you’retheworstIeversaw。Ifyou’reamagician,\"

sayshe,\"I’marabbit。\"

Andtherewasaroaratthat,becausehewasknowntobeaverybraveman。

\"Showmeamagictrick,\"sayshe。

SaystheHindu:

\"Maybeyou’dwishyouhadn’tseenit。\"

\"Bedamnedtothat!\"saysthebigfellow。

\"Lookatthismanwell,\"theHindutoldtheroom。\"Lookathimwell。\"

Hethrowsahandfulofpowderinthefireandchantsinhisforeignlanguage。Acloudofwhitesmokearisesfromthefire。Hemakesapassbeforeit,and,loandbeholdye!it’sascreenagainstthewall。

Andthere’sagreatcommotionofshadowsonthescreen,andsuddenlyyouseewhatit’sallabout。It’saplatform,andamankneeling,withhisheadontheblock。Youdon’tseewhoitis,butyougetchilled。Andsuddenlythere’saheadsmaninaredcloakandaredmask,andtheaxswingsandfalls。Theheadpopsoff,andthebodyfallslimp。Andtheheadrollsdowntheplatformandstops,andyouseeit’stheheadofthefellowwhowantedtoseesomething,andit’sinthegrislygrinofdeath……

\"There’syourlatterendforyou,\"saystheconjurer。\"Youwantedtoseesomething。Ihopeyou’recontent。\"

Thebigfellowturnswhite,gulps,givesabellow,andmakesarush;

buttheconjurerisn’tthere,norhisscreennoranything。

Everybodyintheroomwaswhiteandshaken——allbutthesea-captain。

Hejusttampshispipeasifnothinghadhappened,andsmokeson。

Hedoesn’teventakeadrinkfromhisglass。

AndalittlewhilelateranIrishchieftainwalksin。He’spoorandraggedandverythin。Youmightknowhe’dbeenfightingtheheathenfortheHolysepulchre,andsoentitledtorespect,nomatterwhathiscondition。Andbehindhimarefiveclansmenasraggedashe。ButabigGermantrooperrollsup。

\"Andwhatareyou?\"saysthebig,burlyfellow。

\"Agentleman,Ihope,\"saystheraggedchief。

\"’Tisyourselfthatsaysit,\"laughstheGermantrooper。Thechieftainsnickstheknifefromhisarmpit,andstickshiminthejugularasneatasbedamned。

\"You’dmighttakethatout,KevinBeg\"——theIrishchiefpointstothekilledman——\"andthrowitinthecanal。Somebodymightstumbleoveritandbarktheirshins。\"

Nowthis,asyoucanconceive,rousedapowerfulcommotionintheroom。

Theywereallontheirfeet,captainsandmarinersandmen-at-arms,cheeringorgrumbling,andarguingtherightsandwrongsofthematter。

Allbutthesea-captain,whosawitall,andheneverblinkedaneyelid,neverevenmissedadrawofthepipe。

AndthenMarcoPoloknewhimtobeaChinaman,because,asalltheworldknows,Chinamenareneversurprisedatanything。

CHAPTERIV

SoMarcoPologoesoverandsaluteshimpolitely。

\"Iwonderifyoumindmysittingdownbyyouforawhile,\"hesays。

\"Iperceiveyou’refromChina。\"

Thesea-captainwaveshimpolitelytohisplace。

\"I’mfromChina。\"Hesmiles。\"Youguessedright。\"

\"Isitlongsinceyou’vebeeninChina?\"

\"Well,thatdependsuponwhatyoucalllong,\"saysthecaptain。

\"Ifyoumeantime,it’sonething。Ifyoumeanvoyage,it’sanother。

Foryou’vegottotakeintoaccount,\"sayshe,\"adversewinds,roundaboutturnstoavoidcurrents,possibledelaystohavetheshipscrapedfreefromtheparasitelifethatdoesbeattachingitselftothestrakes,timespentinbarterandtrade。Othermatters,too;theattacksofpirates;cross-grainedprinceswhodon’twantyoutobeleavingtheirportswithagoodcargoinyourhold;sickness;lossofsailsandmasts;repairstotheship。Itwasn’tashortjourneyanditwasn’talongone。\"

\"ItwillbealongwaystoChina,I’mthinking。\"

\"IcantellyouhowlongitisfromChinatohere,andyoucanreversethat,andyouwillgetafairideaofhowlongitisfromheretoChina。IleftZeitoonwithacargoofporcelainforJapan,andtradeditforgold-dust,andfromJapanIwenttoChambatolayinastoreofchessmenandpen-cases。AndfromChambaIsailedtoJava,whichisthegreatestislandintheworld。JavaisfifteenhundredmilesfromChamba,southandsoutheast,andittookmefourmonthssailing,butasea-captaincannotpassJavaby,foritisthechiefplaceforblackpepper,nutmegs,spikenard,galingale,cubebs,doves,andallthespicesthatgrow。

\"AndIstoppedatvarioussmallislandsfromthere,untilIcametoBasma,whichistheislandoftheunicorns。Andtherewetradeinpygmies,whichignorantpeoplethinkarehumanfolk。Theyarejustaweemonkey,withallthehairpluckedoutexceptthehairofthebeard。Thereisgreatmoneyinthem。

\"IstoppedatSumatraforcocoanutsandtoddy,andjustforwateratDragoian。Dragoianisnotagoodcity。Itisfilledwithsorcererswhohavetattooedfaces。AtLambriIputinforthesagoyoubuyfromthehairymenwithtails。

\"Son,neverstopattheisleofAndaman。Thementherehavefaceslikedogs。Theyareacruelgeneration,andeateveryonetheycancatch。Icouldtellyouastory,butIwouldnotspoilthisfinespringnight。GorathertotheislandofCeylon,andseetheKing’sRuby,whichisthegreatestjewelintheworld。IstoppedthereandatCoromandelforthepearlsthediversgodownintheseafor,andtherearenoclothesonthatisland,sothateveryonegoesnakedasafish。AndthereistheshrineofSaintThomas。Iwasthere。

\"Gujarat,Tana,Istoppedthere。TheMaleandFemaleIslandsIputintoforambergris。Svestra,whichisfullofmagicians——Iwasthere,too。MadagascarandZanzibar,wheretheyliveoncamelflesh,Iwasthere。AndfromZanzibarIcamenorthtoAbyssinia,becauseIhadtogetanostrichtherefortheKingofSiam。AndtherewasaletterandaparcelfortheSultanofEgypt。SoIwenttoCairo。Ihadamonthonmyhands,soIthoughtI’drunoverandseeVenice,becauseit’sahobbyofmine,youmightsay,toseetheworld。

\"Nowletmereckon。Fourandthreemakesseven,andfourmoreareeleven,andsixareseventeen,andletussayninewiththat,andyouhavetwenty-six。AndthemonthI’mforgettngontherocksofAdenistwenty-seven,andaweekhereandaweekthereforbadwindsandsuchlike。Itwouldbesafetoputthatatthreemonths。Soit’stwoyearsandahalfsinceIleftChina。\"

\"Younever,\"saysyoungMarco,\"metanybodyinChinabythenameofPolo?\"

\"Poh-lo?Poh-lo?China’sabiggerplacenoryouwouldimagine,laddie。There’shalfahundredmillionpeoplethere。\"

\"Thesewereforeigners,\"Marcoexplained,\"traders。TheywereatthecourtofthegreatKhan。\"

\"Polo?Polo?Well,now,IthinkI’veheardofthem。Wasoneofthemabigred-beardedmanwithagreateyeforahorseandagreateyeforawoman?\"

\"ThatwouldbemyUncleMatthew。\"

\"ForGod’ssake!Andwastheotheracold,darkman,agoodjudgeofajewelandagrandjudgeofasword?\"

\"Myfather,NicholasPolo。\"

\"ForGod’ssake!You’rethesonofoneandthenephewoftheother?\"

\"Didyouknowthem?\"

\"Ah,laddie,howwouldIbeknowingpeoplelikethat!Sure,they’regreatfolks,highintheesteemofthegrandKhan,andI’monlyapoorsailorman。\"

\"Butyouheardofthem。\"

\"Iheardofthem。Theywereingoodhealth。AndIheardtheywereontheirwayhome,thoughtheywouldtraveloverlandandnotriskthegreatdangersofthesea。Isuppose,iftheygobacktoChina,you’llbegoingwiththem?\"

\"Idon’tknow,\"saysMarcoPolo。

\"YououghttoseeChina。It’sagreatcountry,abeautifulcountry。\"

\"Itwouldhavetobeverygreatandbeautiful,\"saysMarcoPolo,\"toout-weighthegreatnessandthebeautythatarehere。Youmustn’tthinkI’mrunningdownyourcountry,mister,\"sayshe;\"butforgreatness,whereisthebeatingofVeniceinthisday?WhatstruckConstantinoplelikeathunderboltbutthemailedhandofVenice?

WhentheBarbarycorsairsroamedthesevenseas,sothatitwasnomoresafeforamerchantvesseltobesailingthanforababetobewalkingthroughawildjungle,itwasVenicewhoacceptedthechallengeandmadethegreatseaaspeacefulastheGrandCanal。WhohumbledproudGenoa?AndhurledtheSaracenfromSaintJohnofAcre’swalls?

Venice。Andasformagnificence,theretinueofourdogewhenhegoestomarrytheseawitharingitmakesthecourtofLorenzoseemlikeahuckster’strain。\"

\"Itisacrowningcity。\"

\"Andasforbeauty,sir,\"wentonMarcoPolo,\"thereisnothingintheworldlikeSanMarco’s,anditablazeinthesettingsun,andthegreatpillarsbeforeitrisingintonguesofflame。AndwasthereeverinalltimeanythingliketheGrandCanalattheduskofday,andthetorchesbeginningtoshowlikefireflies,andthelapofthewater,andstringedmusic,andthegreatbargesgoingbylikeswans,nowabattle-hackedcaptainofwar,nowagreatgraciouslady?Andthemoondoesberising……

\"You’vesailedallthewayfromChinaandseenstrangeandbeautifulthings,butIrememberonesummer’sday,whenItookoutmylittlesailing-boatandwentoutonthewatertocomposeapoemforalady,andthewaterwasblue——oh,asblueasthesky’sself,andthesandsoftheLidoweresilver,andthewatershuffledgentlyoverthem,asgentlyasachild’slittlefeet。Andtherewasaclumpofolive-treestheresogreenastobeblack,andtherealightedbeforeitagreatscarletEgyptianbird。Andthebeautyofthatbroughtthetearstomyeyes,sothatIthoughtofnunsintheircellsandbarefootfriarsinthehollowlands,andtheystrivingforparadise。WhatdidIcareaboutparadise?AVenetianI。SowhyshouldIwanttogotoChina?\"

\"YouhavemadeagreatcaseforthegrandeurandbeautyofVenice,\"

saysthesea-captain。\"Itislovely,surely,\"sayshe,fillinghispipe;\"butfinerpoetsnoryou,mylad,\"sayshe,lightingit,\"havetriedtodescribethegraceandbeautyofTao-Tuen,and,\"sayshetakingadraw,\"havefailed。\"

\"Tao-Tuenisabeautifulname。Itisliketwonotespluckedonaharp。Anditmustbeawonderfulplace,surely,ifgreatpoetscannotdescribeit。\"

\"Itisnotaplace,\"saidthecaptain,\"it’sagirl。\"

\"Asforwomen,Venice——\"

\"Venicebedamned!\"saidthesea-captain。\"NotinVenice,notinalltheworld,istherethelikeforgraceorbeautyofTao-Tuen。

TheycallherGoldenBells,\"hesays。

\"Issheadancing-girl?\"Marcoasked。

\"Sheisnotadancing-girl,\"saysthesea-captain,\"sheisthedaughterofKubla,thegreatKhan。\"

\"Acoldandbeautifulprincess,\"saysMarcoPolo。

\"Sheisnotacoldandbeautifulprincess,\"saysthesea-captain。

\"SheiswarmasthesuninearlyJune,andshemaybebeautifulandaprincess,butweallthinkofherasGoldenBells,thelittlegirlintheChinesegarden。\"

\"Didyoueverseeher?\"saysMarco,eagerly。\"Tellme。\"

\"IsawherbeforeIleft,\"saysthesea-captain。\"IwasattheKhan’spalaceofChagannor,\"sayshe,\"seeingofthechiefofthestewardswasthereanythingIcouldgetforhim,andIinforeignparts。AndasIwasbeingrowedbackalongtheriverbymytenbrawnysailormen,whatdidIpassbutthegardenofGoldenBells。

\"Andthereshewasbytheriver-side,alittlebrownslipofagirlingreencoatandtrousers,withaflowerinherdarkhair。

\"AndIlowermyheadinreverenceaswepassby。ButIhearherlow,merryvoice,byreasonofwhichtheycallherGoldenBells。

\"’Ho,masterofthevessel。’shecalls。’Wheredoyougo?’

\"Andthesailorsbackwaterwithaswish,andIstanduprespectfully,forallsheisonlyaslipofagirl。

\"’Igotoforeignparts,GoldenBells,’Itellher;’tofaranddangerousplaces,intotheIndianOcean。TotheIslandofUnicornsandtothelandwheremeneatmen。’

\"’Ihopeyoucomebacksafe,masterofthevessel,’shesays。’Ihopeyouhaveagoodvoyageandcomebacksafe。Itmustbeadreadfulstrainonyourpeopletothinkofyousofaraway。’

\"’Inallthiswideland,’Itellher,’thereisnonetoworryaboutme。Ihaveneitherchicknorchild。’

\"’GoldenBellswillworryaboutyou,then,’shesaid,’andyouinthehazardsofthesea。Andtakethisflowerforluck。’Andshegavemetheflowerfromherhair。’Andletitbringyouluckagainsttheangeroftheoceanandtheenemiesallmenhave。Andletmeknowwhenyouareback,becauseI’llbeworriedaboutamanofChinaandhimindangerontheopensea。’

\"Andwasn’tthatawonderfulthingfromadaughterofKublatome,apoorsailor-man?

\"ThesonoftheKingofSiamcametowooherwithahundredprincesonahundredelephants,butshewouldn’thavehim。’Idon’twishtobeaqueen,’shetoldherfather。’HowcouldIbeaqueen?IamonlyGoldenBells。’NorwouldshehaveanythingtosaytothePrinceoftheLandofDarkness,whocametoherwithseaivoryandpaleArcticgold。’ThesunofChinaisinmyheart,andyouwouldn’thavemegoupintothegreatcoldnesstoshiveranddie?’

\"SosheremainsinhergardenbythelakeofCraneswithLiPo,thegreatpoet,himtheycalltheDrinkerofWine,tomakesongsforher;andtheSANANGTungChih,thegreatmagician,toperformwondersforherwhensheiswearied;andBulagan,hernurse,totakehertoherheartwhensheissad。

\"Andsadsheisalotofthetime,theytellme。Shesitsinhergardeninthedusk,playingherlute,andsingingthesongoftheWillowbranches,whichisthesaddestlove-songintheworld……

\"Andwhysheshouldbesingingasadlove-song,isamystery,forhersoft,brownbeautyisthefloweroftheworld。Fortherewouldbenolackofsuitorsforher,norisshetheonetorefuselove。

TheonlythingImakeofitisthattherighthourhasn’tcome。

\"ThebeautyofVenicejumpstoyoureyes,butthebeautyofthispullsatyourheart。LittlebrownGoldenBells,inherChinesegarden,singingthesongoftheWillowBranchesatthecloseofday……IsthatnotbetternorVenice?\"

ButhegotnowordoutofMarcoPolo,sittingwithhischincuppedinhishands。Andthatwasthefinestansweratall,atall……

CHAPTERV

Thetimeswentby,andMarcoPolobusiedhimselfwithhisdailyaffairs,keepingtrackofthegalleasseswithmerchandisetostrangefar-awayports,buyingpresentsforrefractorygovernorswhodidn’tcareforforeigntradeintheirdomains,gettingwisdomfromtheoldclerks,andknowledgefromthemariners;inthemain,actingasthesonofagreathousewhiletheheadsofitwereaway。

Youwouldthinkthathewouldhaveforgottenwhatthesea-captainofChinatoldhimaboutGoldenBells,whatwithworkandsportandotherwomennearhim。Youwouldthinkthatwoulddropoutofhismemorylikeanoldrime。Butitstuckthere,asanoldrimesometimessticks,andbydintofthinkinghehadherfastnowinhismind——sofast,soclear,sofulloflife,thatshemightbesomeonehehadseenanhouragoorwasgoingtoseeanhourfromnow。Hewouldthinkofthenowmerry,nowsadeyesofher,andthesoft,sweetvoiceofherbyreasonofwhichtheycalledherGoldenBells,andtheduskylittleface,andthehairlikeblacksilk,andthesplotchoftheredflowerinit。Shewasasdistincttohimasthefivefingersonhishand。Itwasn’tonlyshewasclearinhismind’seye,butshewasinsideofhim,closerthanhisheart。Shewastherewhenthesunrose,sohewouldbesaying,\"It’sagranddayisinitsurely,GoldenBells。\"Shewasthereinthedimcountinghouseandhegoingoverinthegreatintricateledgerstheclerksdobepostingcarefullywithquillsofthegraygoose,sothathewouldbesaying:\"Iwonderwherethisisandthatis。SureIhadmyfingeronitonlyamomentago,GoldenBells。\"Andwhentheduskwasfalling,andthebatscameout,andthequietofChristwasovereverything,andtheswallowsflewlowonthegreatcanals,shewouldbebesidehim,andneverawordwouldhesaytoher,soneartohimwouldshebe。

Andshewroughtstrangenessbetweenhimandthewomenheknew,thegreatgraveladywiththelarge,palemouth,herthatwasofhismind,andthelittleblackcloak-makerwiththeeager,redmouth,herthatwascloserthanmindorhearttohim。Sothatthefirstfoundfaultwithhispoetry。

\"Idon’tknowwhat’scomeoveryou,MarcoPolo,\"——andtherewasatouchoftemperinhervoice,——\"butthesepoemsofyoursshowmeyouhaven’tyourmindonyoursubject。WouldyoumindtellingmewhenIhadboundblackhair?\"shesays。\"Andyousaymybosomisliketwolittlerussetapples。Now,aregularpoetoncecomparedittotwogreatsilvercups,andthatwasagoodcomparison,thoughintruth,\"shesays,\"heknewaslittleaboutitasyou。AndmyhandsarenotlikesoftEasternflowers。They’relikelilies。Idon’tknowwhereyoudobegettingtheseEasterncomparisons,\"shesays。

\"ButIdon’tlikethem。Tellme,prettyboy,\"——shelookssuspicious,——\"youhaven’tbeentakinganyofthestrangeEgyptiandrugsthedarkpeopledobesellinginthedimshopsonthequietcanals?Lookout,prettyboy!Lookout!\"

Andthelittlecloak-makergrumbledwhenhewasgone。\"Idon’tknowwhat’swrongwithhim,\"saysshe。\"Ormaybeit’ssomethingthat’swrongwithmyself,butthisdelicateloveisn’tallit’scrackeduptobe。It’sallrightinbooks,\"shesays,\"andit’sagrandsight,andtheplayersdoingit;butIlikeahug,\"shesays,\"wouldputthebreathoutofyou,andakiss,\"shesays,\"youcouldfeelinthesolesofyourfeet。\"Andshelayawakeandgrumbled。

\"Lethimbetakinghisla-di-dacourtingtothoseasfavorit,\"

saysshe。\"It’snotmykind,\"andshegrumbledthroughthelonelynight。\"Iwonderwheremyhusbandisnow,\"shesaid。\"Andwasn’tIthefoolishgirltobesendinghimoff!Sure,hedranklikeafishandbeatmesomethingcruel,buthewasararelover,andthemoodonhim。Sure,awomanneverknowswhenshe’swelloff,\"

saysshe。

AndMarcoPolodidn’tmissthemanymorenoryou’dmissanoldovercoatandthewinterpast。AllhismindwasonwastheGoldenBellsofChina。Andhethoughtlonguntilhisuncleandfathercame,sothathecouldbeoffwiththemtothestrangeChineseland。

\"Butthere’snousetomegoingthere,\"sayshe。\"Icouldn’tmarryher。Shewouldlaughatme,\"hesays。\"She,whorefusedthesonoftheKingofSiam,withhishundredprincesonahundredelephants,whatusewouldshehaveforme,who’snobetternorapeddlerwithhispack?Butitwouldbeworthwalkingtheworldbarefootfortoseethatlittlegoldenface,tohearthelow,sweetvoicetheycallGoldenBells。\"

Theycamebackinduetime,hisuncleMatthew,thered,hairyman,andhisfather,thethin,darkman,whoknewpreciousstones。

AndhetoldthemhewantedtogowiththemwhentheymadetheirnextexpeditiontoChina。

\"Wecouldbeusingyou,afteryourtrainingintrade,\"saysthefather。ButMarcoPolowouldtakenointerestinbarter。\"Sure,you’dbettercomealong,\"sayshisuncleMatthew。\"There’sgreatsporttobehadontheroad,kissingandcourtingtheforeignwomenandnotawordoflanguagebetweenyou,barringasmileandalaugh。\"

\"Ihavenointerestintheforeignwomen,UncleMatthew。\"

\"Thenit’sthehorsesyou’vebeenhearingabout,thefineArabhorsesfasternorthewind,andthelittlePersianponiestheydobeplayingpoloon,andthegrandTatarhuntersthatcanjumptheheighthofaman,andtheysure-footedasagoat。Ah,thehorses,thebonnyhorses!\"

\"Ah,sure,UncleMatthew,’tislittleIknowofhorses。Sure,Iknowallaboutboats,racingandtradeandwarboats,butahorseisnotkintome。\"

\"Thenwhatthehell’stheuseofyourgoingtoChina?\"

\"Ah,sure,that’sthequestionI’maskingmyself,UncleMatthew。

ButIhavetogo。Idoso。Thereissomethingcallingme,UncleMatthew——abellinmyear,father’sbrother,andthere’saringingbellinmyheart。\"

CHAPTERVI

IshallnowtellyouhowitcameaboutthatMarcoPolowenttoChinawithhisuncleandfather,thoughhehadnoeyeforabargain,orinterestincourtingforeignwomen,orsenseofhorses。

Now,asyoumayknow,thiswasagreatreligioustime。TheCrusaders,feelingshamethattheSepulchreoftheLordJesusshouldbeinSaracenhands,hadcomewithhorse,footandartillerytoPalestinetogivetributeofarmstoHimwhohaddiedforthemontheBitterTree。

Andgreatfeatswereperformedandgrandbattleswon。Andkingsbecamesaints,likeLouisofFrance,andsaintsbecamekings,likeBaldwinofConstantinople。Mightywonderswereseenandmiraclesperformed,sothatpeoplesaid,\"NowwillbethesecondcomingofChristandtheendoftheworld。\"

AndagreatdesirecameontheChristianpeopletotellthetruthofChristtothestrangeandforeignpeoplesoftheworld。SothateverydayoutofJerusalemyouwouldseefriarshittingtheroad,someofthemtoconfrontthewizardsoftheLandofDarkness,andsometoarguetheologywiththeoldlamasofTibet,andsometoconvertthesunnySouthernislands,wheretheyoungwomendobelettingdowntheirhairandthemendobeforgettingGodforthem。

Andallovertheworldtherewasspreadingagreatrumorthatthetruthofallthingswasatlastknown。

EvenKublaKhanhadheardofitfaroffinChina,andhehadchargedtheuncleandfatherofMarcowithamessagetothePopeofRome。

Letthepopebesendingsometheologianstohiscourt,andthey’darguethematterout;andifhewassatisfiedthatthisnewreligionwastheTrueReligion,thenhe’dturnChristianandtellhispeopletoturnChristian,too。AndletthembebringingbacksomeoftheOiloftheLampwhichburnsintheHolySepulchreatJerusalemandisacureforalltheillsintheworld。

AndwhentheycametotheCityofAcre,surethepopewasdead。

Andtheywaitedalongtime,butnonewpopewaschosen,sotheydecidedtogoback,becausetheyhadagoodbusinessthere,andtheydidn’twanttoloseit。Andyettheyknewthere’dbetroublewiththeGrandKhan,iftheydidn’tbringbackthenewsoftheTrueReligionandpeopletoargueit。

\"I’vebeenalongtimetrading,\"saysNicolo,andit’saqueerthing,butthemoretradingyoudo,thelessreligionyouhave。Thearguingofreligionwouldnotcomeeasytome。AndI’dbeupagainstexperts。

I’mnotthemanforit,\"sayshe。\"Howaboutyou,Matthew?\"

\"Oh,sure,they’dneverlistentome,\"Matthewlaughs——\"methat’sdrankwiththem,anddeludheredtheirwomen,andgambleduntilI

leftthemnothingbutthesweatoftheirbrows。I’dbeagreatonetopreachreligiontothem。Why,man,they’dlaughatme。ButI

tellyouwhat,Nicolas。There’sabishopinNegropont,andIknowwherehelives,andIknowhishouseandeverything。Whatdoyousay,Nicolas?We’lljustthrowabagoverhisheadandtiehimonahorse。Oh,sure,he’dgivegranddiscoursestotheGreatKhan!\"

\"Havesense,Matthew;havesense。You’realwaystoorough;alwaysreadytoendanargumentwithaknife,orjustliftwhatyouwant。

Havesense,man;youcan’tkidnapabishoplikeyou’dkidnapawoman。

\"Well,Idon’tseewhynot,\"saysMatthew。\"Itwouldbeeasier,too,becauseawomanwillscratchlikeawildcat。Butifyou’resetagainstit,Iwon’tdoit,\"hesays。\"Well,then,howaboutyoungMarco?\"

\"MysoundmanMatthew!Mybullyfellow!Sureyouwereneveratalossyet!YoungMarcoitis;sure,’tistheelegantidea。There’snotamanbornofwomanbetterforthejob。\"

Now,alltheChristianworldhadgonereligious,andyoungMarcowasnoexception;for’tisnotonlytheoldthatarereligious。

Theyoungare,too;butthere’sadifference。Thereligionofoldmenisreasonandtranslation;thereligionoftheyoungisjustaburningcloud。TheTragedyoftheBitterTreeisnotasymboltothem,butareality,andtheirtearsarenotofthespirit,butofthebody,too。

Andtherearenohalf-wayhouses,nocompromises,inayoungman’screed。It’sswallowall,orbedamnedtoyou。It’sbelieveorbelost。

AndthinkingoverthelittlegirlintheChinesegarden,therehadcomeintoMarco’sheart,athoughtpastenduring。IflittleGoldenBellsdidnotbelieve,thenlittleGoldenBellswaslost。Shemighthaveeverythinginthisworld,inthislife,anemperorforafather,kingsforsuitors,agreatpoetforaminstrel,awizardforanentertainer;butoncethelittleblueshadowleftherbody,shewaslostforever。AndthesightcametohimoflittleGoldenBellsgoingdownthedimandlonelyalleysofdeath,andweeping,weeping,weeping……Hereyeswouldbeshotwithpanic,andthelittlemouthtwisted,andthelittlefloweryhandstwitchingateachother。Anditwouldbecoldthereforherwhowassowarm,anditwouldbedarkthereforherwholovedlight,andtheGoldenBellsofhervoicewouldbelostinthewhistlingandclangingofthestarsastheyswungbyintheirorbits。Hetobeinthegreatdelightofparadise,andshetobeintheblue-graymazebetweentheworlds——whattragedy!

Kingsmightbringherpresents,ahusbandmightbringherhappiness;

butifhecouldonlybringhersalvation!IfhecouldonlytellheroftheBitterTree!

Thebody,whenyoucametothinkofit,matteredlittle。Allthebeautyintheworldcouldnotenduremorethanitsappointedspan。

Helenwasdustnow,andDeirdrenothing。WhathadbecomeofthebeautyofSemiramis,Alexander’sdarling;andCleopatra,wholovedthegreatproconsul;andBathsheba,forwhomDavidofthePsalmsfellfromgrace?AndBalkis,queenofSheba,withherapes,ivory,andpeacocks?Dustandashes,dustandashes!AndScheherazadewasbutastrange,sadsound。Beautyincreasedandwanedlikethemoon。

Alittleshadowaroundtheeyes,alittlecrinkleintheneck,thebacksofthehandsstiffeninglikeparchment。Dustandashes,dustandashes!

ButthelittleblueshadowwouldglowlikeanEastermorning。

Oritwouldbeapoor,lonely,unlitshadowinthecoldgloomoftheclangingworlds。

PoorGoldenBells!PoorlittleweepingGoldenBells!IfhecouldonlytellherabouttheBitterTree!

AndthenwhathappensbuthisuncleMatthewclapshimontheback,\"HowwouldyouliketogotoChina,MarcoMarkeen,\"sayshe,\"andpreachreligiontothebenightedpeople!\"

\"Howdidyouknow,UncleMatthew?\"

\"HowdidIknowwhat?\"

\"ThatIwantedtogotoChinaandpreachreligiontothe——thepeople!\"

\"Well,ifthatdoesn’tbeatBanagher,\"saysMatthewPolo,\"andBanagherbeatsthedevil!Tellme,didyoueverhearanoldtunecalled’BundleandGo!’?\"

Andsothethreeofthemleaveupontheirjourney,butatLayas,wheretheKingofArmeniahadhiscastle,theyheardoftheelectionofanewpope,sotheycamebacktoAcretogethisinstructionsandblessing。

CHAPTERVII

Thepopesaidagrandmassforthem,andatthegospelheentersthepulpit,aburlyfigureofamanwithsadeyes。

\"TheblessingoftheFatherandtheSonandtheHolyGhostbewithyouandaboutyou,Amen。

\"Itisnottoyou,NicoloPolo,thatIwishtospeak,nortoyou,MatthewPolo,forneitherofyouaremyambassadorstotheGreatKhan。

Merchantandsportsmen,Ihonoryou,andyouhavemyblessing,butyouhavenohopesofmine。Thedirtydiversionsoftheworldarebetweenyoureyesandglory,\"saidhe。\"It’sonlymyself,anoldandsorrowfulman,andthischild,ayoungandhopefulone,canunderstand;oldmenhavingsightofvisions,andyoungmendreamingdreams……

\"NowinthematterofconvertingtheGreatKhanandhisnumerousmillions,firstletwisdomspeak。Ihavelittlehopes。Hewantstobearguedintoit,yousee。Religionisnotamatterofargument。

Itisawisdomthatsurpasseswisdom。Itdriftsinmen’ssoulsasthefoggydewcomesunbiddentothetrees。Itisbornbeforeoursoul,asthehornedmoonisbornbeforeoureyes。

\"Andnow,mychild,youmightsay,’WhatistheuseofsendingmetoChinaifheknowsIcannotbringthesemillionsintothefold?

Mydearson,thereisthewisdomsurpassingwisdom。Agreatandnoblethoughtmustnotdie。Thingsofthespiritwecannotreckonasahusband-manreckonshiscrops。ThereisafolkonthemarchesofEurope,andtheyareevergoingintobattle,andtheyalwaysfall。

Theirresultsarenothing。Buttheirnameandtheirglorywillendureforever……

\"Mydearson,Godhasputwisdominmyheadandbeautyintoyours。

Wisdomisneededforthegovernanceofthisworld,butbeautyisneededforitsexistence。Inariddesertsthereisnolife。Birdsdonotsinginthedarkofnight。Showmeawastecountry,andI’llshowyouabrutalpeople。Nofaithcanlivethatisnotbeautiful……

\"ThebeautyGodhasputinyourheart,child,youmustalwayskeep……HowmuchIthinkofitI’lltellyou。I’manoldmannow,anoldandbrokenman,andinafewyearsI’llstandbeforemyMaster。

\"’Whathaveyouseenonmyearth,’He’llaskme,’youwhofollowedSt。Peter!’

\"’Lord!Lord!’I’lltellHim,’I’veseenmightythings。I’veseenthebridegroomleavehisbrideandthekinghiskingdom,thehucksterleavehisbooth,andthereaperdrophishook,thattheymightrescueYourHolySepulchrefrompaganhands。’

\"’Andanythingelse?’He’llask。

\"’AndI’veseenayoungmangooutintothedesertandoverhisheadwasastar……’

\"Youmaythinkyouhavefailed,child,butrememberthatinthecomingtimesyournameandfamewillawakenbeauty,andmany’sthetraveleronthehardroadwillfindhiscourageagain,andhethinkingofMarcoPolo。Andmany’stheyoungmanwilldreamdreams,andmany’stheoldmanwillseevisions,andtheyreadingthebookbythegoldencandle-light;andmany’stheyounggirlwillgiveyoulove,andyoudeadforcenturies。Butforthisyoumustkeepyourdream。

\"Nowyou’llthinkit’sthequeerpopeIamtobetellingyouthingslikethisinsteadofdemandingconverts。ButthewisdomthatsurpasseswisdomcomestoyouwiththeAnnointingoftheOil。’IknewamaninChristabovefourteenyearsago,’writesSaintPaul,’(whetherinthebodyIcannottell,orwhetheroutofthebodyIcannottell。Godknoweth。)

\"’Howthathewascaughtupintoparadise,andheardunspeakablewords,whichisnotlawfulforamantoutter。’

\"Nowyouseethereisawisdomsurpassingwisdom,anditisoutofthisfountofwisdomIamdrawingwhenIspeaktoyouthesewords。

\"Child,Iwillnotkeepyouanylonger。Onlytosaythis,andthisisthechiefestthing:neverletyourdreambetakenfromyou。

Keepitunspottedfromtheworld。Indarknessandintribulationitwillgowithyouasafriend;butinwealthandpowerholdfasttoit,forthenisdanger。Letnotthemistsoftheworld,thegaydiversions,thelittletrifles,drawyoufromglory。

\"Remember!

\"SioblitusfuerotuiJerusalem,——IfIforgetthee,OJerusalem,——

\"Oblivionideturdexteramea,——letmyrighthandforgethercunning——

\"Adhaereatlinguameafaucibusmeis,sinonmeminerotui,——ifIdonotrememberthee,letmytonguecleavetotheroofofmymouth——

\"SinonproposueroJerusalem,inprincipislaetitiaemeae,——IfI

prefernotJerusalemabovemychiefjoy。

\"IshallnowsendaprayertoHeaven,\"hesaid,\"tokeepyousafeinthestrangeforeignways,toprotectyouagainstwindandtempest,againstpestilenceandsuddendeath,againstthepowersofdarkness,andHimwhogoesupanddowntheworldfortheruinofsouls。\"

Andheturnedtothehighaltaragain,andnowyou’dhearhisvoiceloudandpowerful,andnowlowandsecret,andthebellstruck,andtheacolyteintonedtheresponses,andallofasuddenheturnedandspreadforthhishands。

\"Ite!Letyougonow。Missaest。\"

CHAPTERVIII

Andsotheysetforthwiththeirgreattrainofred,snarlingcamelsandlittlepatientdonkeysandslender,nervoushorsestowardtherisingsun。BehindthemthegreenhillsofPalestinediedoutasarainbowdiesout,andnowtherewassandbeforethemandnowbleakmountains,andbydaythewindwasswiftandhotandbynightitwasblackandcold。Andmoonswerebornanddied……

AndtheypassedthroughthelandoftheKingofArmenia,andtheypassedArarat,themountainwhereNoahbroughthisarktoanchor,andwhereitstillis,andwhereitcanbeseenstill,butcannotbereached,socoldandhighandterribleisthatmountain。

AndtheypassedruinedBabel,thatwasbuiltofNimrod,thefirstkingoftheworld,andnowisdesolation。Theypasseditonawaningmoon。Andoutoftheruinsthedragonscameandhissedatthem,andstrange,obscenebirdsflappedtheirwingsintheairandcawedandpeckedatthem,andoverthedesertthesatyrcalleduntohermate……

AndtheypassedthroughtheKingdomofGeorgia,whosekingsarebornwiththemarkofaneagleontheirrightshoulder。TheypassedthroughPersia,wherethemagiciansworshipfire。AndtheypassedthroughthecityofSaba,wheresleepthethreemagiwhocametoworshipatBethlehem,andtheirnameswereKaspar,Balthlasar,andMelchior。

AndtheypassedthroughCamadi,wheregreatruinsareandrobbersroamthroughthemagicaldarkness。AndtheypassednorthwardofthePerilousValley,wheretheDevil’sHeadisinblackstone,andthatisoneofthenineentrancestohell;andpassedtheValleyoftheCockadrills,wherethereareserpentsfivefathomsinlength;

andpassedtheValleyofCruelWomen,whohavepreciousstonesinplaceofeyes……

AndtheywentthroughtheDismalDesert,wherenostreamsang……

AndinthedeserttheypassedtheTreesoftheSunandMoon,whichspeakwiththevoicesofmen。AnditwasfromtheSpeakingTreethatAlexanderheardofhisdeath。AnditwasneartherethatheandDariusfought。AndtheypassedtheArbreSec,theDryTree,whichhasagreenbarkononesideandwhiteontheother,andtherearenotreeswithinahundredmilesofthattree,anditissprungfromthestaffofAdam。

AndtheypassedthroughBalkh,theMotherofCities。AndtheypassedthroughTailian,wherethegreatsaltmountainsare。AndtheypassedthroughBadashan,wherethemountainsoftherubiesare。

AndtheypassedthroughKashmir,whosewomenareverybeautiful,andwhosemagiciansweavethestrongestspellsintheworld……

Andmoonswerebornanddied……

AndtheycametoAlamoot,thefortessofSenexdeMonte,theOldManoftheMountain,theKingoftheAssassins,thegreatestwizardofalltime……

NowthisisthetaleoftheOldMantheMountain。