Vlechlan, for Manuel's services and a well-earned night's rest. On most evenings there was unspeakable company, but none of these stayed overnight. And after each night passed alone with Misery, the morning would find Manuel older looking.
'I wonder, sir, at your callousness, and at the cheery way in which you go about your dreadful business,' said Manuel, once, after he had just cleansed the dripping jaws.
'Ah, but since I am all head and no heart, therefore I cannot well pity the human beings whom I pursue as a matter of allotted duty.'
'That seems plausible,' says Manuel, 'and I perceive that if appearances are to be trusted you are not personally to blame. Still, I cannot but wonder why the world of men should thus be given over to Misery if Koshchei the Deathless, who made all things as they are, has any care for men.'
'As to what goes on overhead, Manuel, you must inquire of others. There are persons in charge, I know, but they have never yet permitted Misery to enter into their high places, for I am not popular with them, and that is the truth.'
'I can understand that, but nevertheless I wonder why Misery should have been created to feed upon mankind.'
'Probably the cows and sheep and chickens in your barnyards, and the partridges and rabbits in your snares, and even the gasping fish upon your hook, find time to wonder in the same way about you, Dom Manuel.'
'Ah, but man is the higher form of life—'
'Granting that remarkable assumption, and is any man above Misery? So you see it is logical I should feed on you.'
'Still, I believe that the Misery of earth was devised as a trial and a testing to fit us for some nobler and eternal life hereafter.'
'Why in this world should you think that?' the head inquired, with real interest.
'Because I have an immortal spirit, sir, and—'
'Dear me, but all this is very remarkable. Where is it, Manuel?'
'It is inside me somewhere, sir.'
'Come, then, let us have it out, for I am curious to see it.'
'No, it cannot get out exactly, sir, until I am dead.'
'But what use will it be to you then?' said Misery: 'and how can you, who have not ever been dead, be certain as to what happens when one is dead?'
'Well, I have always heard so, sir.'
The head shook itself dubiously. 'Now from whom of the Leshy, I wonder, can you have been hearing such fantastic stories? I am afraid somebody has been making fun of you, Manuel.'
'Oh, no, sir, this is a tenet held by the wisest and most admirable of men.'
'I see: it was some other man who told you all these drolleries about the eternal importance of mankind,' the head observed, with an unaccountable slackening of interest. 'I see: and again, you may notice that the cows and the sheep and the chickens, also, resent extinction strenuously.'
'But these are creatures of the earth, sir, whereas there is about at any rate some persons a whiff of divinity. Come now, do you not find it so?'
The head looked graver. 'Yes, Manuel, most young people have in them a spark which is divine, but it is living that snuffs this out of all of you, by and large, without bothering Grandfather Death to unpeel spirits like bananas. No, the most of you go with very little spirit, if any, into the grave, and assuredly with not enough spirit to last you forever. No, Manuel, no, I never quarrel with religion, because it is almost the strongest ally I have, but these religious notions rather disgust me sometimes, for if men were immortal then Misery would be immortal, and I could never survive that.'
'Now you are talking nonsense, sir,' said Manuel, stoutly, 'and of all sorts of nonsense cynical nonsense is the worst.'
'By no means,' replied the head, 'since, plainly, it is far worse nonsense to assert that omnipotence would insanely elect to pass eternity with you humans. No, Manuel, I am afraid that your queer theory, about your being stuffed inside with permanent material and so on, does not very plausibly account for either your existence or mine, and that we both stay riddles without answers.'
'Still, sir,' said Manuel, 'inasmuch as there is one thing only which all death's ravishings have never taken from life, and that thing is the Misery of earth—'
'Your premiss is indisputable, but what do you deduce from this?'
Manuel smiled slowly and sleepily. 'I deduce, sir, that you, also, who have not ever been dead, cannot possibly be certain as to what happens when one is dead. And so I shall stick to my own opinion about the life to come.'
'But your opinion is absurd, on the face of it.'
'That may very well be, sir, but it is much more comfortable to live with than is your opinion, and living is my occupation just now. Dying I shall attend to in its due turn, and, of the two, my opinion is the more pleasant to die with. Thereafter, if your opinion be right, I shall never even know that my opinion was wrong: so that I have everything to gain, in the way of pleasurable anticipations anyhow, and I have nothing whatever to lose, by clinging to the foolish fond old faith which my fathers had before me,' said Manuel, as sturdily as ever.
'Yes, but how in this world—?'
'Ah, sir,' says Manuel, still smiling, 'in this world men are nourished by their beliefs; and it well may be that, yonder also, their sustenance is the same.'
But at this moment came Reeri (a little crimson naked man, having the head of a monkey) with his cock in one hand and his gnarled club in the other. Necessarily the Blood Demon's arrival put an end to their talking, for that turn.
XXI
So Count Manuel's youth went out of him as he became more and more intimate with Misery, and an attachment sprang up between them, and the two took counsel as to all Manuel's affairs. They often talked of the royal ladies whom Manuel had loved and loved no longer.
'For at one time,' Manuel admitted, 'I certainly fancied myself in love with the Princess Alianora, and at another time I was in love with Queen Freydis. And even now I like them well enough, but neither of these royal ladies could make me forget the slave girl Niafer whom I loved on Vraidex. Besides, the Princess and the Queen were fond of having their own way about everything, and they were bent on hampering me with power and wealth and lofty station and such other obstacles to the following of my own thinking and my own desires. I could not endure the eternal arguing this led to, which was always reminding me, by contrast, of the quiet dear ways of Niafer and of the delight I had in the ways of Niafer. So it seemed best for everyone concerned for me to break off with Freydis and Alianora.'
'As for these women,' the head estimated, 'you may be for some reasons well rid of them. Yet this Alianora has fine eyes and certain powers.'
'She is a princess of the Apsarasas,' Manuel replied, 'and therefore she has power over the butterflies and the birds and the bats, and over all creatures of the air. I know, because she has disclosed to me some of the secrets of the Apsarasas. But over her own tongue and temper the Princess Alianora has no power and no control whatever, and if I had married her she would have eventually pestered me into being a king, and giving my life over to politics and the dominion of men.'
'This Freydis, too, has beautiful black hair—and certain powers—'
'She was once Queen of Audela, and therefore she retains power over all figures of earth. I know, because she has disclosed to me some of the secrets of Audela. But the worst enemy of Freydis also goes in red, and is housed by the little white teeth of Freydis, for it was this enemy that betrayed her: and if I had married her she would have coaxed me, by and by, into becoming a great maker of images, and giving my life over to such
