Love's-slave





In the City-between-the-rivers lived a young student named Lan. He had

just passed successfully his second literary examination, and, walking

in the Street-of-the-precious-stones, asked himself what he would now do

in life.



While he was going, looking vacantly at the passers-by, he saw an old

friend of his father, and hastened to join his closed fists and to

salute him very low, as politeness orders.



"My best congratulations!" answered the old man. "What are you doing in

this busy street?"



"Nothing at all; I was asking myself what profession I am now to

pursue."



"What profession? Which one would be more honourable than that of

teacher? It is the only one an 'elevated man' Kiu-jen of the second

degree, can pursue. By the by, would you honour my house with your

presence? My son is nearly eighteen. He is not half as learned as he

should be, and, besides, he has a very bad temper. I feel very old; if I

knew you would consent to give him the right direction and be a second

father to him, I would not dread so much to die and leave him alone."



Lan bowed and said:



"I am much honoured by your proposition, and I accept it readily. I will

go to-morrow to your palace."



Two hours after, a messenger brought to the young man a packet

containing one hundred ounces of silver, with a note stating that this

comparatively great sum represented his first year's salary.



In the evening he knocked at his pupil's door and was ushered into the

sitting-room. The old man introduced him to the whole family: first his

son, a lad with a decided look boding no good; then a young and

beautiful girl of seventeen, his daughter, called Love's-slave. Lan was

struck by the sweet and refined appearance of his pupil's sister.



"The sight of her will greatly help me to stay here," thought he.



The next morning, when his first lesson was ended, he strolled out into

the garden, admiring here a flower and there an artificial little

waterfall among diminutive mountain-rocks. Behind a bamboo-bush he

suddenly saw Love's-slave and was discreetly turning back, when she

stopped him by a few words of greeting.



Every day they thus met in the solitude of the flowers and trees and

grew to love each other. Lan's task with his pupil was greater and

harder than he had supposed; but for Love's-slave's sake, he would never

have remained in the house.



After three months the old man fell ill; the doctors were unable to cure

him; he died, and was buried in the family ground, behind the house.



When Lan, after the funeral, told his pupil to resume his lessons, he

met with such a reception that he went immediately to his room and

packed his belongings. Love's-slave, hearing from a servant what had

happened, went straight to her lover's room and tried to induce him to

stay.



"How can you ask that from me?" said he. "After such an insult, I would

consider myself as the basest of men if I stayed. I have 'lost face'; I

must go."



The girl, seeing that nothing could prevail upon his resolution, went

out of the room, but silently closed and locked the outer gate.



Lan left on a table what remained of the silver given him by the old

man, and wrote a note to inform his pupil of his departure.



When he tried the gate and found it locked, he did not know at first

what to do. Then he remembered a place where he could easily climb over

the enclosure, went there, threw his luggage over the wall, and let

himself out in this somewhat undignified way.



Before going back to his house, he went round to the tomb of the old man

and burnt some sticks of perfume. Kneeling down, he explained

respectfully to the dead what had happened and excused himself for

having left unfinished the task he had undertaken. Rising at last, he

went away.



The next morning Love's-slave, pleased with her little trick, came to

the student's room and looked for him; he was nowhere to be found. She

saw the silver on the table, and, reading the note he had left, she

understood that he would never come back.



Her grief stifled her; heavy tears at last began running down her rosy

cheeks. She took the silver, went straight to her father's tomb,

fastened the heavy metal to her feet, and unrolled a sash from her

waist. Then, making a knot with the sash round her neck, she climbed up

the lower branches of a big fir-tree, fastened the other end of the

coloured silk as high as she could and threw herself down. A few minutes

afterwards she was dead. She was discovered by a member of the family,

and quietly buried in the same enclosure.



Lan, who did not know anything, came back two or three days after to see

her. The servants told him the truth. Silently and sullenly, he went to

the tomb, and long remained absorbed in his thoughts; dusk was

gathering; the first star shone in the sky. All of a sudden, hearing a

sound as of somebody laughing, he turned round. Love's-slave was before

his eyes.



"I was waiting for you, my love," she said in a strange and muffled

voice. "Why are you coming so late?"



As he wanted to kiss her, she stopped him:



"Oh dear! I am dead. But it is decreed that I will come again to life if

a magician performs the ceremony prescribed in the

Book-of-Transmutations."



Immaterial like an evening fog, she disappeared in the growing darkness.



Lan returned immediately to the town, and, entering the first Taoist

temple he saw, he explained to the priest what he wanted.



"If she has said it is decreed she should come back to life, we have

only to go and open her tomb, while here my disciples will sing the

proper chapters of the Book. Let us go now."



Giving some directions to his companions, he took a spade and started

with Lan. The moon was shining, so that without any lantern they were

able to perform their gloomy task.



Once the heavy lid of the coffin was unscrewed and taken off, the body

of the young girl appeared as fresh as if she had been sleeping.



When the cold night-air bathed her face, she raised her head, sneezed,

and sat up; looking at Lan, she said in a low voice:



"At last, you have come! I am recalled to life by your love. But now I

am feeble; don't speak harshly to me; I could not bear it."



Lan, kissing her lovingly, took her in his arms and brought her to his

house. After some days she was able to walk and live like ordinary

people do.



They married and lived happily together for a year. Then, one day, Lan,

having come back half-drunk from a friend's house, was rebuked by her,

and, incensed, pushed her back. She did not say a word but, fainting,

she fell down. Blood ran from her nostrils and mouth; nothing could

recall her departing spirit.





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