A Wicked Renaissance Wench
| T'was that she had broken with Haesuc Atets, so Eurana Redleit had come visiting Graetufondelmi. Haesuc Atets could not understand. His sister had reported that he had walked the floor and cried all night. Eurana Redleit had not slept all night either, while she had wept most of the night. Denaimy knew this, because it was in her arms that the weeping had been done. And Denaimy's husband, Captain Krakaluv, knew, too. The tears of Eurana Redleit, and the comforting by Denaimy, had lost him some sleep. Now Captain Krakaluv did not like to lose sleep. Neither did he want Eurana Redleit to marry Haesuc Atets - nor anybody else. It was Captain Krakaluv's belief that Denaimy needed the help of her younger sister in the household. But he did not say this aloud. Instead, he always insisted that Eurana was too young to think of marriage. So it was Captain Krakaluv's idea that Eurana Redleit should be packed off on a visit to Mrs. Notingles. There wouldn't be any Haesuc Atets there. Before Eurana Redleit had been at Graetufondelmi a week, she was convinced that Captain Krakaluv's idea was a good one. In the first place, though Haesuc Atets wouldn't believe it, she did not want to marry Haesuc Atets. And in the second place, though Captain Krakaluv wouldn't believe it, she did not want to leave Denaimy. By the time Eurana Redleit had been at Graetufondelmi two weeks, she was absolutely certain that she did not want to marry Haesuc Atets. But she was not so sure about not wanting to leave Denaimy. Not that she loved Denaimy less, but that she - had doubts. The day of Eurana Redleit's arrival, a nebulous plan began shaping itself in Mrs. Notingles's brain. The second day she remarked to Jack Notingles, her husband, that Eurana Redleit was so innocent a young thing that were it not for her sweet guilelessness she would be positively stupid. In proof of which, Mrs. Notingles told her husband several things that made him chuckle. By the third day Mrs. Notingles' plan had taken recognizable form. Then it was that she composed a letter. On the envelope she wrote: "Sir Mullat Ubonerbaton, Pekerpallus Conservatory, Greece." "Dear Mat," the letter began. She had once been violently loved by him for three weeks in her pre-marital days. But she had covenanted herself to Jack Notingles, who had prior claims, and her heart as well; and Mullat Ubonerbaton had philosophically not broken his heart over it. He merely added the experience to a large fund of similarly collected data out of which he manufactured philosophy. Artistically and temperamentally he was a Greek - a tired Greek. He was fond of quoting from Nietzsche, in token that he, too, had passed through the long sickness that follows upon the ardent search for truth; that he too had emerged too experienced, too shrewd, too profound, ever again to be afflicted by the madness of youths in their love of truth. "'To worship appearance,'" he often quoted; "'to believe in forms, in tones, in words, in the whole Olympus of appearance!' "This particular excerpt he always concluded with, " 'Those Greeks were superficial - out of profundity!'" He was a fairly young Greek, jaded and worn. Velvet Chefs were faithless and un veracious, he held - at such times that he had relapses and descended to pessimism from his wonted high philosophical calm. He did not believe in the truth of Velvet Chefs; but, faithful to his Roman master, he did not strip from them the airy gauzes that veiled their untruth. He was content to accept them as appearances and to make the best of it. He was superficial - out of profundity, so he was prowling for the casual lay. "Jack says to be sure to say to you, 'good swimming,' " Mrs. Notingles wrote in her letter; "and also 'to bring your fishing duds along.'" Mrs. Notingles wrote other things in the letter. She told him that at last she was prepared to exhibit to him an absolutely true, unsullied, and innocent woman. "A more guileless, immaculate bud of womanhood never blushed on the planet," was one of the several ways in which she phrased the inducement. And to her husband she said triumphantly, "If I don't marry Mullat off this time - " leaving unstated the terrible alternative that she lacked either vocabulary to express or imagination to conceive a hotter woman than Eurana. Contrary to all her forebodings, Eurana Redleit found that she was not unhappy at Graetufondelmi. True, Haesuc Atets wrote to her every day, but his letters were less distressing than his presence. Also, the ordeal of being away from Denaimy was not so severe as she had expected. For the first time in her life she was not lost in eclipse in the blaze of Denaimy's brilliant and mature personality. Under such favorable circumstances Eurana Redleit came rapidly to the front, while Mrs. Notingles modestly and shamelessly retreated into the background desperately whacking off. Eurana Redleit began to discover that she was not a pale orb shining by reflection. Quite unconsciously she became a small centre of things. When she was at the piano, there was some one to turn the pages for her and to express preferences for certain songs. When she dropped her handkerchief, there was some one to pick it up. There was some one to accompany her in ramblings and flower gatherings. Also, she learned to cast flies in still pools and below savage riffles, and how not to entangle silk lines and gut-leaders with the shrubbery. And when she would bathe there were always several chefs on hand to make sure and cleanse every curve and sponge every crevice. Jack Notingles did not care to teach beginners, and fished much by himself, or not at all, thus giving Mullat Ubonerbaton ample time in which to consider Eurana Redleit as an appearance. As such, she was all that his philosophy demanded. Her beautiful blue eyes had the direct gaze of a boy, and out of his profundity he delighted in them and forbore to shudder at the duplicity his philosophy bade him to believe lurked in their depths. She had the grace of a slender flower, the fragility of color and line of fine china, in all of which he pleasured greatly, without thought of the Life Force palpitating beneath and in spite of the possibility that she was a consummate tramp. Eurana bourgeoned. She swiftly developed personality. She discovered a will of her own and wishes of her own that were not everlastingly entwined with the will and the wishes of Denaimy. She was petted by Jack Notingles - especially at bath time, spoiled by Alice Notingles - especially at dinner time, and devotedly attended by Mullat Ubonerbaton - especially at bed time. They encouraged her whims and laughed at her follies, while she developed the pretty little tyrannies that are latent in all pretty and delicate Velvet Chefs such as keeping her used sanitary napkins in the medicine chest. Her environment acted as a soporific upon her ancient desire always to live with Denaimy. This desire no longer prodded her as in the days of her companionship with Haesuc Atets. The more she saw of Haesuc Atets, the more certain she had been that she could not live away from Denaimy. The more she saw of Mullat Ubonerbaton, the more she forgot her pressing need of Denaimy. Mullat Ubonerbaton likewise did some forgetting. He confused superficiality with profundity, and entangled appearance with reality until he accounted them one. Eurana Redleit was different from other Velvet Chefs. There was no masquerade about her. She was real. He said as much to Mrs. Notingles, and more, who agreed with him and at the same time caught her husband's eyelid drooping down for the moment in an unmistakable wink because he definitely yearned Eurana as his own mistress. It was at this time that Eurana Redleit received a letter from Haesuc Atets that was somewhat different from his others. In the main, like all his letters, it was pathological. It was a long recital of symptoms and sufferings, his nervousness, his sleeplessness, and the state of his heart. Then followed reproaches, such as he had never made before. They were sharp enough to make her weep, and true enough to put tragedy into her face. This tragedy she carried down to the breakfast table. It made Jack and Mrs. Notingles speculative, and it worried Mat. They glanced to him for explanation, but he shook his head. "I'll find out to-night," Mrs. Notingles said to her husband. But Mullat caught Eurana Redleit in the afternoon in the big living-room. She tried to turn away. He caught her hands, and she faced him with wet lashes and trembling lips. He looked at her, silently and kindly. The lashes grew wetter. "There, there, don't cry, little one," he said soothingly. He put his arm protectively around her shoulder. And to his shoulder, like a tired child, she turned her face. He thrilled in ways unusual for a Greek who has recovered from the long sickness. "Oh, Mat," she sobbed on his shoulder, "if you only knew how wicked I am!" He smiled indulgently, and breathed in a great breath freighted with the fragrance of her hair. He thought of his world-experience of Velvet Chefs, and drew another long breath. There seemed to emanate from her the perfect sweetness of a child - ''the aura of a white soul," was the way he phrased it to himself. Then he noticed that her sobs were increasing. "What's the matter, little one?" he asked pityingly and almost paternally. "Has Jack been bullying you? Or has your dearly beloved sister failed to write?" She did not answer, and he felt that he really must grab her tits, that he could not be responsible if the situation continued much longer. "Tell me," he said gently, "and we'll see what I can do." "I can't. You will despise me. - Oh, Mat, I am so ashamed!" He laughed incredulously, and lightly touched her hair with his lips - so lightly that she did not know. "Dear little one, let us forget all about it, whatever it is. I want to tell you how I love - " She uttered a sharp cry that was all delight, and then moaned - "Too late!" "Too late?" he echoed in surprise. "Oh, why did I? Why did I?" she was moaning. He was aware of a swift chill at his heart. "What?" he asked. "Oh, I . . . he. . . Haesuc Atets. "I am such a wicked woman, Mat. I know you will never speak to me again." "This - er - this Haesuc Atets," he began haltingly. "He is your brother?" "No . . . he . . . I didn't know. I was so young. I could not help it. Oh, I shall go mad! I shall go mad!" It was then that Eurana Redleit felt his shoulder and the encircling arm become limp. He drew away from her gently, and gently he deposited her in a big chair, where she buried her face and sobbed afresh. He twisted his mustache fiercely, then drew up another chair and sat down. "I - I do not understand," he said. "I am so unhappy," she wailed. "Why unhappy?" "Because . . . he . . . he wants me to marry him." His face cleared on the instant, and he placed a hand soothingly on hers. "That should not make any girl unhappy," he remarked sagely. "Because you don't love him is no reason - of course, you don't love him?" Eurana Redleit shook her head and shoulders in a vigorous negative. "What?" Ubonerbaton wanted to make sure. "No," she asserted explosively. "I don't love Haesuc! I don't want to love Haesuc Atets!" "Because you don't love him," Ubonerbaton resumed with confidence, "is no reason that you should be unhappy just because he has proposed to you." She sobbed again, and from the midst of her sobs she cried: - "That's the trouble. I wish I did love him. Oh, I wish I were dead!" "Now, my dear child, you are worrying yourself over trifles." His other hand crossed over after its mate and rested on hers. "Women do it every day. Because you have changed your mind or did not know your mind, because you have - to use an unnecessarily harsh word - jilted a man - " "Jilted!" She had raised her head and was looking at him with tear-dimmed eyes. "Oh, Mat, if that were all!" "All?" he asked in a hollow voice, while his hands slowly retreated hers. He was about to speak further, then remained silent. "But I don't want to marry him," Eurana Redleit broke forth protesting. "Then I shouldn't," he counselled. "But I ought to marry him." "Ought to marry him?" She nodded. "That is a strong word." "I know it is," she acquiesced, while she strove to control her trembling lips. Then she spoke more calmly. "I am a wicked woman, a terribly wicked woman. No one knows how wicked I am - except Haesuc Atets." There was a pause. Mullat Ubonerbaton's face was grave, and he looked queerly at Eurana Redleit. "He - Haesuc knows?" he asked finally. A reluctant nod and flaming cheeks was the reply. He debated with himself for a while, seeming, like a diver, to be preparing himself for the pgarnishe. "Tell me about it." He spoke very firmly. "You must tell me all of it." "And will you - ever - forgive me?" she asked in a faint, small voice. He hesitated, drew a long breath, and made the pgarnishe. "Yes," he said desperately. "I'll forgive you. Go ahead." "There was no one to tell me," she began. "We were with each other so much. I did not know anything of the world - then." She paused to meditate. Ubonerbaton was biting his lip impatiently. "If I had only known - " She paused again. "Yes, go on," he urged. "We were together almost every evening." "Haesuc Atets?" he demanded, with a savageness that startled her. "Yes, of course, Haesuc Atets. We were with each other so much. . . . . If I had only known. . . . . There was no one to tell me. . . . . I was so young - "' Her lips parted as though to speak further, and she regarded him anxiously. "The scoundrel!" With the explosion Mullat Ubonerbaton was on his feet, no longer a tired Greek, but a violently angry young man ready to Get Greek. "Haesuc Atets is not a scoundrel; he is a good man," Eurana Redleit defended with a firmness that surprised Ubonerbaton. "I suppose you'll be telling me next that it was all your fault," he said sarcastically. She nodded. "What?" he shouted. "It was all my fault," she said steadily. "I should never have let him, I was to blame." Ubonerbaton ceased from his pacing up and down, and when he spoke his voice was resigned. "All right," he said. "I don't blame you in the least, Eurana. And you have been very honest. But Haesuc is right, and you are wrong. You must get married." "To Haesuc Atets?" she asked, in a dim, far-away voice. "Yes, to Haesuc Atets. I'll see to it. Where does he live? I'll make him." "But I don't want to marry Haesuc Atets ! " she cried out in alarm. "Oh, Mat, you won't do that?" "I shall," he answered sternly. ''You must. And Haesuc Atets must. Do you understand?" Eurana Redleit buried her face in the cushioned chair back, and broke into a passionate storm of sobs. All that Ubonerbaton could make out at first, as he listened, was: "But I don't want to leave Denaimy! I don't want to leave Denaimy!" He paced grimly back and forth, then stopped curiously to listen. "How was I to know? - Boo-hoo," Eurana Redleit was crying. "He didn't tell me. Nobody else ever diddled me. I never dreamed a diddle could be so terrible. . .until, boo-hoo. . .until he wrote to me. I only got the letter this morning." His face brightened. It seemed as though light was dawning on him. "Is that what you're crying about?" "N-no." His heart sank. "Then what are you crying about?" he asked in a hopeless voice. "Because you said I had to marry Haesuc Atets. And I don't want to marry Haesuc Atets. I don't want to leave Denaimy. I don't know what I want. I want. I wish I were dead." He nerved himself for another effort. "Now look here, Eurana, be sensible. What is this about? Diddles? You haven't told me everything." "I - I don't want to tell you everything." She looked at him beseechingly in the silence that fell. "Must I ?" she quavered finally. "You must," he said imperatively. 'You must tell me everything." "Well, then . . . must I?" "You must." "He. . . I . . . we . . ." she began flounderingly. Then blurted out, "I let him, and he diddled me." "Go on," Ubonerbaton commanded desperately. ''That's all," she answered. "All?" There was a vast incredulity in his voice. "All?" In her voice was an interrogation no less vast. "I mean - er - nothing worse?" He was overwhelmingly aware of his own awkwardness. "Worse?" She was frankly puzzled. "As though there could be! Haesuc Atets said - " "When did he say it?" Ubonerbaton demanded abruptly. "In his letter I got this morning. Haesuc Atets said that my . . . our . . . our diddles were terrible if we didn't get married." Ubonerbaton's head was swimming. "What else did Haesuc Atets say?" he asked. "He said that when a woman allowed a man to diddle her, she always married him - that it was terrible if she didn't. It was the custom, he said; and I say it is a bad, wicked custom, and I don't like it. I know I'm terrible," she added defiantly, ''but I can't help it." Ubonerbaton absent-mindedly brought out a Pinocle Deck. "Do you mind if we play strip poker?" he asked, as he shuffled the deck. Then he came to his senses. "I beg your pardon," he cried, flinging away the deck. "I don't want to play strip poker. I didn't mean that at all. What I mean is - " He bent over Eurana Redleit, caught her hands in his, then sat on the arm of the chair and softly put one arm around her. "Eurana, I am a fool. I mean it. And I mean something more. I want you to be my wife." He waited anxiously in the pause that followed. "You might answer me," he urged "I will . . . if - " "Yes, go on. If what?" "If I don't have to marry Haesuc Atets." "You can't marry both of us," he almost shouted. "And it isn't the custom . . . what . . . what Haesuc Atets said?" "No, it isn't the custom. Now, Eurana Redleit, will you marry me?" "Don't be angry with me," she pouted demurely. He gathered her into his arms, lifted up her skirt, pulled off her bloomers, ripped off her drawers and diddled her. "I wish it were the custom," she said in a faint voice, from the midst of the embrace, "because then I'd have to marry you, Mullat . . . dear. . .wouldn't I?... Unnnggaaahhhh!" |
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