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- because of obvious and undeniable things all round us; which, to me,
seem at war with an unreserved faith in his doctrines as promulgated
here in Maramma. Besides; every thing in this isle strengthens my
incredulity; I never was so thorough a disbeliever as now.”
“Let the winds be laid,” cried Mohi, “while your rash confession is
being made in this sacred lake.”
Said Media, “Philosopher; remember the boy, and they that seized him.”
“Ah! I do indeed remember him. Poor youth! in his agony, how my heart
yearned toward his. But that very prudence which you deny me, my lord,
prevented me from saying aught in his behalf. Have you not observed,
that until now, when we are completely by ourselves, I have refrained
from freely discoursing of what we have seen in this island? Trust me,
my lord, there is no man, that bears more in mind the necessity of
being either a believer or a hypocrite in Maramma, and the imminent
peril of being honest here, than I, Babbalanja. And have I not reason
to be wary, when in my boyhood, my own sire was burnt for his temerity;
and in this very isle? Just Oro! it was done in the name of Alma,—what
wonder then, that, at times, I almost hate that sound. And from those
flames, they devoutly swore he went to others,—horrible fable!”
Said Mohi: “Do you deny, then, the everlasting torments?”
“’Tis not worth a denial. Nor by formally denying it, will I run the
risk of shaking the faith of, thousands, who in that pious belief find
infinite consolation for all they suffer in Mardi.”
“How?” said Media; “are there those who soothe themselves with the
thought of everlasting flames?”
“One would think so, my lord, since they defend that dogma more
resolutely than any other. Sooner will they yield you the isles of
Paradise, than it. And in truth, as liege followers of Alma, they would
seem but right in clinging to it as they do; for, according to all one
hears in Maramma, the great end of the prophet’s mission seems to have
been the revealing to us Mardians the existence of horrors, most hard
to escape. But better we were all annihilated, than that one man should
be damned.”
Rejoined Media: “But think you not, that possibly, Alma may have been
misconceived? Are you certain that doctrine is his?”
“I know nothing more than that such is the belief in this land. And in
these matters, I know not where else to go for information. But, my
lord, had I been living in those days when certain men are said to have
been actually possessed by spirits from hell, I had not let slip the
opportunity—as our forefathers did—to cross-question them concerning
the place they came from.”
“Well, well,” said Media, “your Alma’s faith concerns not me: I am a
king, and a demi-god; and leave vulgar torments to the commonality.”
“But it concerns me,” muttered Mohi; “yet I know not what to think.”
“For me,” said Yoomy, “I reject it. Could I, I would not believe it. It
is at variance with the dictates of my heart instinctively my heart
turns from it, as a thirsty man from gall.”
“Hush; say no more,” said Mohi; “again we approach the shore.”
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