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you were about: for, for all I have brought back the Jewel (which he
shew’d them, and ‘twas indeed a rare Piece) I have brought back that with
it that will leave me neither Rest at Night nor Pleasure by Day.”
Whereupon they were instant with him to learn his Meaning, and where his
Company should be that went so sore against his Stomach. “O” says he
“‘tis here in my Breast: I cannot flee from it, do what I may.” So it
needed no Wizard to help them to a guess that it was the Recollection of
what he had seen that troubled him so wonderfully. But they could get no
more of him for a long Time but by Fits and Starts. However at long and
at last they made shift to collect somewhat of this kind: that at first,
while the Sun was bright, he went merrily on, and without any Difficulty
reached the Heart of the Labyrinth and got the Jewel, and so set out on
his way back rejoycing: but as the Night fell, _wherein all the Beasts of
the Forest do move_, he begun to be sensible of some Creature keeping
Pace with him and, as he thought, peering and looking upon him from the
next Alley to that he was in; and that when he should stop, this
Companion should stop also, which put him in some Disorder of his
Spirits. And, indeed, as the Darkness increas’d, it seemed to him that
there was more than one, and, it might be, even a whole Band of such
Followers: at least so he judg’d by the Rustling and Cracking that they
kept among the Thickets; besides that there would be at a Time a Sound of
Whispering, which seem’d to import a Conference among them. But in regard
of who they were or what Form they were of, he would not be persuaded to
say what he thought. Upon his Hearers asking him what the Cries were
which they heard in the Night (as was observ’d above) he gave them this
Account: That about Midnight (so far as he could judge) he heard his Name
call’d from a long way off, and he would have been sworn it was his
Brother that so call’d him. So he stood still and hilloo’d at the Pitch
of his Voice, and he suppos’d that the Echo, or the Noyse of his
Shouting, disguis’d for the Moment any lesser sound; because, when there
fell a Stillness again, he distinguish’d a Trampling (not loud) of
running Feet coming very close behind him, wherewith he was so daunted
that himself set off to run, and that he continued till the Dawn broke.
Sometimes when his Breath fail’d him, he would cast himself flat on his
Face, and hope that his Pursuers might over-run him in the Darkness, but
at such a Time they would regularly make a Pause, and he could hear them
pant and snuff as it had been a Hound at Fault: which wrought in him so
extream an Horrour of mind, that he would be forc’d to betake himself
again to turning and doubling, if by any Means he might throw them off
the Scent. And, as if this Exertion was in itself not terrible enough, he
had before him the constant Fear of falling into some Pit or Trap, of
which he had heard, and indeed seen with his own Eyes that there were
several, some at the sides and other in the Midst of the Alleys. So that
in fine (he said) a more dreadful Night was never spent by Mortal
Creature than that he had endur’d in that Labyrinth; and not that Jewel
which he had in his Wallet, nor the richest that was ever brought out of
the Indies, could be a sufficient Recompence to him for the Pains he
had suffered.
‘I will spare to set down the further Recital of this Man’s Troubles,
inasmuch as I am confident my Reader’s Intelligence will hit the
Parallel I desire to draw. For is not this Jewel a just Emblem of the
Satisfaction which a Man may bring back with him from a Course of this
World’s Pleasures? and will not the Labyrinth serve for an Image of the
World itself wherein such a Treasure (if we may believe the common Voice)
is stored up?’
At about this point Humphreys thought that a little Patience would be an
agreeable change, and that the writer’s ‘improvement’ of his Parable
might be left to itself. So he put the book back in its former place,
wondering as he did so whether his uncle had ever stumbled across that
passage; and if so, whether it had worked on his fancy so much as to make
him dislike the idea of a maze, and determine to shut up the one in the
garden. Not long afterwards he went to bed.
The next day brought a morning’s hard work with Mr Cooper, who, if
exuberant in language, had the business of the estate at his fingers’
ends. He was very breezy this morning, Mr Cooper was: had not forgotten
the order to clear out the maze—the work was going on at that moment:
his girl was on the tentacles of expectation about it. He also hoped that
Humphreys had slept the sleep of the just, and that we should be favoured
with a continuance of this congenial weather At luncheon he enlarged on
the pictures in the dining-room, and pointed out the portrait of the
constructor of the temple and the maze. Humphreys examined this with
considerable interest. It was the work of an Italian, and had been
painted when old Mr Wilson was visiting Rome as a young man. (There was,
indeed, a view of the Colosseum in the background.) A pale thin face and
large eyes were the characteristic features. In the hand was a partially
unfolded roll of paper, on which could be distinguished the plan of a
circular building, very probably the temple, and also part of that of a
labyrinth. Humphreys got up on a chair to examine it, but it was not
painted with sufficient clearness to be worth copying. It suggested to
him, however, that he might as well make a plan of his own maze and hang
it in the hall for the use of visitors.
This determination of his was confirmed that same afternoon; for when Mrs
and Miss Cooper arrived, eager to be inducted into the maze, he found
that he was wholly unable to lead them to the centre. The gardeners had
removed the guide-marks they had been using, and even Clutterham, when
summoned to assist, was as helpless as the rest. ‘The point is, you see,
Mr Wilson—I should say ‘Umphreys—these mazes is purposely constructed
so much alike, with a view to mislead. Still, if you’ll foller me, I
think I can put you right. I’ll just put my ‘at down ‘ere as a
starting-point.’ He stumped off, and after five minutes brought the party
safe to the hat again. ‘Now that’s a very peculiar thing,’ he said, with
a sheepish laugh. ‘I made sure I’d left that ‘at just over against a
bramble-bush, and you can see for yourself there ain’t no bramble-bush
not in this walk at all. If you’ll allow me, Mr Humphreys—that’s the
name, ain’t it, sir?—I’ll just call one of the men in to mark the place
like.’
William Crack arrived, in answer to repeated shouts. He had some
difficulty in making his way to the party. First he was seen or heard in
an inside alley, then, almost at the same moment, in an outer one.
However, he joined them at last, and was first consulted without effect
and then stationed by the hat, which Clutterham still considered it
necessary to leave on the ground. In spite of this strategy, they spent
the best part of three-quarters of an hour in quite fruitless wanderings,
and Humphreys was obliged at last, seeing how tired Mrs Cooper was
becoming, to suggest a retreat to tea, with profuse apologies to Miss
Cooper. ‘At any rate you’ve won your bet with Miss Foster,’ he said; ‘you
have been inside the maze; and I promise you the first thing I do shall
be to make a proper plan of it with the lines marked out for you to go
by.’ ‘That’s what’s wanted, sir,’ said Clutterham, ‘someone to draw out a
plan and keep it by them. It might be very awkward, you see, anyone
getting into that place and a shower of rain come on, and them not able
to find their way out again; it might be hours before they could be got
out, without you’d permit of me makin’ a short cut to the middle: what my
meanin’ is, takin’ down a couple of trees in each ‘edge in a straight
line so as you could git a clear view right through. Of course that’d do
away with it as a maze, but I don’t know as you’d approve of that.’
‘No, I won’t have that done yet: I’ll make a plan first, and let you have
a copy. Later on, if we find occasion, I’ll think of what you say.’
Humphreys was vexed and ashamed at the fiasco of the afternoon, and could
not be satisfied without making another effort that evening to reach the
centre of the maze. His irritation was increased by finding it without a
single false step. He had thoughts of beginning his plan at once; but the
light was fading, and he felt that by the time he had got the necessary
materials together, work would be impossible.
Next morning accordingly, carrying a drawing-board, pencils, compasses,
cartridge paper, and so forth (some of which had been borrowed from the
Coopers and some found in the library cupboards), he went to the middle
of the maze (again without any hesitation), and set out his materials. He
was, however, delayed in making a start. The brambles and weeds that had
obscured the column and globe were now all cleared away, and it was for
the first time possible to see clearly what these were like. The column
was featureless, resembling those on which sundials are usually placed.
Not so the globe. I have said that it was finely engraved with figures
and inscriptions, and that on a first glance Humphreys had taken it for a
celestial globe: but he soon found that it did not answer to his
recollection of such things. One feature seemed familiar; a winged
serpent—Draco—encircled it about the place which, on a terrestrial
globe, is occupied by the equator: but on the other hand, a good part of
the upper hemisphere was covered by the outspread wings of a large figure
whose head was concealed by a ring at the pole or summit of the whole.
Around the place of the head the words princeps tenebrarum could be
deciphered. In the lower hemisphere there was a space hatched all over
with cross-lines and marked as umbra mortis. Near it was a range of
mountains, and among them a valley with flames rising from it. This was
lettered (will you be surprised to learn it?) vallis filiorum Hinnom.
Above and below Draco were outlined various figures not unlike the
pictures of the ordinary constellations, but not the same. Thus, a nude
man with a raised club was described, not as Hercules but as Cain.
Another, plunged up to his middle in earth and stretching out despairing
arms, was Chore, not Ophiuchus, and a third, hung by his hair to a
snaky tree, was Absolon. Near the last, a man in long robes and high
cap, standing in a
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