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Domnei: A Comedy of Woman−Worship

James Branch Cabell

Table of Contents

Domnei: A Comedy of Woman−Worship.........................................................................................................1

James Branch Cabell................................................................................................................................1

PART ONE. PERION...........................................................................................................................................2

1. How Perion Was Unmasked................................................................................................................2

2. How the Vicomte Was Very Gay........................................................................................................4

3. How Melicent Wooed..........................................................................................................................5

4. How the Bishop Aided Perion.............................................................................................................8

5. How Melicent Wedded......................................................................................................................10

PART TWO. MELICENT..................................................................................................................................12

6. How Melicent Sought Oversea..........................................................................................................12

7. How Perion Was Freed......................................................................................................................13

8. How Demetrios Was Amused............................................................................................................16

9. How Time Sped in Heathenry............................................................................................................17

10. How Demetrios Wooed....................................................................................................................19

PART THREE. DEMETRIOS............................................................................................................................21

11. How Time Sped with Perion............................................................................................................21

12 How Demetrios Was Taken..............................................................................................................22

13. How They Praised Melicent.............................................................................................................23

14. How Perion Braved Theodoret........................................................................................................25

15. How Perion Fought..........................................................................................................................28

16. How Demetrios Meditated...............................................................................................................30

17. How a Minstrel Came......................................................................................................................31

18. How They Cried Quits.....................................................................................................................33

19. How Flamberge Was Lost...............................................................................................................34

20. How Perion Got Aid........................................................................................................................36

PART FOUR. AHASUERUS.............................................................................................................................38

21. How Demetrios Held His Chattel....................................................................................................38

22. How Misery Held Nacumera...........................................................................................................40

23. How Demetrios Cried Farewell.......................................................................................................42

24. How Orestes Ruled..........................................................................................................................45

25. How Women Talked Together.........................................................................................................46

26. How Men Ordered Matters..............................................................................................................48

27. How Ahasuerus Was Candid...........................................................................................................49

28. How Perion Saw Melicent...............................................................................................................50

29. How a Bargain Was Cried...............................................................................................................52

30. How Melicent Conquered................................................................................................................54

BIBLIOGRAPHY..................................................................................................................................60

Domnei: A Comedy of Woman−Worship

James Branch Cabell

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PART ONE. PERION• 1. How Perion Was Unmasked• 2. How the Vicomte Was Very Gay• 3. How Melicent Wooed• 4. How the Bishop Aided Perion• 5. How Melicent Wedded•

PART TWO. MELICENT• 6. How Melicent Sought Oversea• 7. How Perion Was Freed• 8. How Demetrios Was Amused• 9. How Time Sped in Heathenry• 10. How Demetrios Wooed•

PART THREE. DEMETRIOS• 11. How Time Sped with Perion• 12 How Demetrios Was Taken• 13. How They Praised Melicent• 14. How Perion Braved Theodoret• 15. How Perion Fought• 16. How Demetrios Meditated• 17. How a Minstrel Came• 18. How They Cried Quits• 19. How Flamberge Was Lost• 20. How Perion Got Aid•

PART FOUR. AHASUERUS• 21. How Demetrios Held His Chattel• 22. How Misery Held Nacumera• 23. How Demetrios Cried Farewell• 24. How Orestes Ruled• 25. How Women Talked Together• 26. How Men Ordered Matters• 27. How Ahasuerus Was Candid• 28. How Perion Saw Melicent• 29. How a Bargain Was Cried• 30. How Melicent Conquered•

Sarah Read McAdams

In Gratitude and Affection

Domnei: A Comedy of Woman−Worship 1

PART ONE. PERION

How Perion, that stalwart was and gay,

Treadeth with sorrow on a holiday,

Since Melicent anon must wed a king:

How in his heart he hath vain love−longing,

For which he putteth life in forfeiture,

And would no longer in such wise endure;

For writhing Perion in Venus' fire

So burneth he that dieth for desire.

1. How Perion Was Unmasked

PERION afterward remembered the two week spent at Bellegarde as in recovery from illness a person might

remember some long fever−dream which was all of an intolerable elvish brightness and of incessant laughter

everywhere. They made a deal of him in Count Emmerick's pleasant home: day by day the outlaw was thrust

into relations of mirth with noblemen, proud ladies, and even with a king; and was all the while half

lightheaded through his singular knowledge as to how precariously the self−styled Vicomte de Puysange now

balanced himself, as it were, upon a gilded stepping−stone from infamy to oblivion.

Now that King Theodoret had withdrawn his sinister presence, young Perion spent some seven hours of every

day alone, to all intent, with Dame Melicent. There might be merry people within a stone's throw, about this

recreation or another, but these two seemed to watch aloofly, as royal persons do the antics of their hired

comedians, without any condescension into open interest. They were together; and the jostle of earthly

happenings might hope, at most, to afford them matter for incurious comment.

They sat, as Perion thought, for the last time together, part of an audience before which the Confraternity of

St. Médard was enacting a masque of The Birth of Hercules. The Bishop of Montors had returned to

Bellegarde that evening with his brother, Count Gui, and the pleasure−loving prelate had brought these

mirth−makers in his train. Clad in scarlet, he rode before them playing upon a luteunclerical conduct which

shocked his preciser brother and surprised nobody.

In such circumstances Perion began to speak with an odd purpose, because his reason was bedrugged by the

beauty and purity of Melicent, and perhaps a little by the slow and clutching music to whose progress the

chorus of Theban virgins was dancing. When he had made an end of harsh whispering, Melicent sat for a

while in scrupulous appraisement of the rushes. The music was so sweet it seemed to Perion he must go mad

unless she spoke within the moment.

Then Melicent said:

"You tell me you are not the Vicomte de Puysange. You tell me you are, instead, the late King Helmas'

servitor, suspected of his murder. You are the fellow that stole the royal jewelsthe outlaw for whom half

Christendom is searching"

Thus Melicent began to speak at last; and still he could not intercept those huge and tender eyes whose purple

made the thought of heaven comprehensible.

The man replied:

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"I am that widely hounded Perion of the Forest. The true vicomte is the wounded rascal over whose delirium

we marveled only last Tuesday. Yes, at the door of your home I attacked him, fought himhah, but fairly,

madame!and stole his brilliant garments and with them his papers. Then in my desperate necessity I dared

to masquerade. For I know enough about dancing to estimate that to dance upon air must necessarily prove to

everybody a disgusting performance, but pre−eminently unpleasing to the main actor. Two weeks of safety

till the Tranchemer sailed I therefore valued at a perhaps preposterous rate. To−night, as I have said, the ship

lies at anchor off Manneville."

Melicent said an odd thing, asking, "Oh, can it be you are a less despicable person than you are striving to

appear?"

"Rather, I am a more unmitigated fool than even I suspected, since when affairs were in a promising train I

have elected to blurt out, of all things, the naked and distasteful truth. Proclaim it now; and see the late

Vicomte de Puysange lugged out of this hall and after appropriate torture hanged within the month." And

with that Perion laughed.

Thereafter he was silent. As the masque went, Amphitryon had newly returned from warfare, and was singing

under Alcmena's window in the terms of an aubade, a waking−song. "Rei glorios, verais lums e

clardatz" Amphitryon had begun. Dame Melicent heard him through.

And after many ages, as it seemed to Perion, the soft and brilliant and exquisite mouth was pricked to motion.

"You have affronted, by an incredible imposture and beyond the reach of mercy, every listener in this hall.

You have injured me most deeply of all persons here. Yet it is to me alone that you confess."

Perion leaned forward. You are to understand that, through the incurrent necessities of every circumstance,

each of them spoke in whispers, even now. It was curious to note the candid mirth on either side. Mercury

was making his adieux to Alcmena's waiting−woman in the middle of a jig.

"But you," sneered Perion, "are merciful in all things. Rogue that I am, I dare to build on this notorious fact. I

am snared in a hard golden trap. I cannot get a guide to Manneville, I cannot even procure a horse from Count

Emmerick's stables without arousing fatal suspicions; and I must be at Manneville by dawn or else be hanged.

Therefore I dare stake all upon one throw; and you must either save or hang me with unwashed hands. As

surely as God reigns, my future rests with you. And as I am perfectly aware, you could not live comfortably

with a gnat's death upon your conscience. Eh, am I not a seasoned rascal?"

"Do not remind me now that you are vile," said Melicent. "Ah, no, not now!"

"Lackey, impostor, and thief!" he sternly answered. "There you have the catalogue of all my rightful titles.

And besides, it pleases me, for a reason I cannot entirely fathom, to be unpardonably candid and to fling my

destiny into your lap. To−night, as I have said, the Tranchemer lies off Manneville; keep counsel, get me a

horse if you will, and to−morrow I am embarked for desperate service under the harried Kaiser of the Greeks,

and for throat−cuttings from which I am not likely ever to return. Speak, and I hang before the month is up."

Dame Melicent looked at him now, and within the moment Perion was repaid, and bountifully, for every folly

and misdeed of his entire life.

"What harm have I ever done you, Messire de la Forêt, that you should shame me in this fashion? Until

to−night I was not unhappy in the belief I was loved by you. I may say that now without paltering, since you

are not the man I thought some day to love. You are but the rind of him. And you would force me to cheat

justice, to become a hunted thief's accomplice, or else to murder you!"

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PART ONE. PERION 3

"It comes to that, madame."

"Then I must help you preserve your life by any sorry stratagems you may devise. I shall not hinder you. I

will procure you a guide to Manneville. I will even forgive you all save one offence, since doubtless heaven

made you the foul thing you are." The girl was in a hot and splendid rage. "For you love me. Women know.

You love me. You!"

"Undoubtedly, madame."

"Look into my face! and say what horrid writ of infamy you fancied was apparent there, that my nails may

destroy it."

"I am all base," he answered, "and yet not so profoundly base as you suppose. Nay, believe me, I had never

hoped to win even such scornful kindness as you might accord your lapdog. I have but dared to peep at

heaven while I might, and only as lost Dives peeped. Ignoble as I am, I never dreamed to squire an angel

down toward the mire and filth which is henceforward my inevitable kennel."

"The masque is done," said Melicent, "and yet you talk, and talk, and talk, and mimic truth so cunningly

Well, I will send some trusty person to you. And now, for God's sake!nay, for the fiend's love who is your

patron!let me not ever see you again, Messire de la Forêt."

2. How the Vicomte Was Very Gay

THERE WAS dancing afterward and a sumptuous supper. The Vicomte de Puysange was generally

accounted that evening the most excellent of company. He mingled affably with the revelers and found a

prosperous answer for every jest they broke upon the projected marriage of Dame Melicent and King

Theodoret; and meanwhile hugged the reflection that half the realm was hunting Perion de la Forêt in the

more customary haunts of rascality. The springs of Perion's turbulent mirth were that to−morrow every

person in the room would discover how impudently every person had been tricked, and that Melicent

deliberated even now, and could not but admire, the hunted outlaw's insolence, however much she loathed its

perpetrator; and over this thought in particular Perion laughed like a madman.

"You are very gay to−night, Messire de Puysange," said the Bishop of Montors.

This remarkable young man, it is necessary to repeat, had reached Bellegarde that evening, coming from

Brunbelois. It was he (as you have heard) who had arranged the match with Theodoret. The bishop himself

loved his cousin Melicent; but, now that he was in holy orders and possession of her had become impossible,

he had cannily resolved to utilize her beauty, as he did everything else, toward his own preferment.

"Oh, sir," replied Perion, "you who are so fine a poet must surely know that gay rhymes with to−day as patly

as sorrow goes with to−morrow."

"Yet your gay laughter, Messire de Puysange, is after all but breath: and breath also"the bishop's sharp eyes

fixed Perion's"has a hackneyed rhyme."

"Indeed, it is the grim rhyme that rounds off and silences all our rhyming," Perion assented. "I must laugh,

then, without rhyme or reason."

Still the young prelate talked rather oddly. "But," said he, "you have an excellent reason, now that you sup so

near to heaven." And his glance at Melicent did not lack pith.

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2. How the Vicomte Was Very Gay 4

"No, no, I have quite another reason," Perion answered; "it is that to−morrow I breakfast in hell."

"Well, they tell me the landlord of that place is used to cater to each according to his merits," the bishop,

shrugging, returned.

And Perion through how true this was when, at the evening's end, he was alone in his own room. His life was

tolerably secure. He trusted Ahasuerus the Jew to see to it that, about dawn, one of the ship's boats would

touch at Fomor Beach near Manneville, according to their old agreement. Aboard the Tranchemer the Free

Companions awaited their captain; and the savage land they were bound for was a thought beyond the reach

of a kingdom's lamentable curiosity concerning the whereabouts of King Helmas' treasure. The worthless life

of Perion was safe.

For worthless, and far less than worthless, life seemed to Perion as he thought of Melicent and waited for her

messenger. He thought of her beauty and purity and illimitable loving−kindness toward every person in the

world save only Perion of the Forest. He thought of how clean she was in every thought and deed; of that,

above all, he thought, and he knew that he would never see her any more.

"Oh, but past any doubting," said Perion, "the devil caters to each according to his merits."

3. How Melicent Wooed

THEN PERION knew that vain regret had turned his brain, very certainly, for it seemed the door had opened

and Dame Melicent herself had come, warily, into the panelled gloomy room. It seemed that Melicent paused

in the convulsive brilliancy of the firelight, and stayed thus with vaguely troubled eyes like those of a child

newly wakened from sleep.

And it seemed a long while before she told Perion very quietly that she had confessed all to Ayrart de

Montors, and had, by reason of de Montors' love for her, so goaded and allured the outcome of their

talk"ignobly," as she said,that a clean−handed gentleman would come at three o'clock for Perion de la

Forêt, and guide a thief toward unmerited impunity. All this she spoke quite levelly, as one reads aloud from

a book; and then, with a signal change of voice, Melicent said: "Yes, that is true enough. Yet why, in reality,

do you think I have in my own person come to tell you of it?"

"Madame, I may not guess. Hah, indeed, indeed," Perion cried, because he knew the truth and was

unspeakably afraid, "I dare not guess!"

"You sail to−morrow for the fighting oversea" she began, but her sweet voice trailed and died into silence.

He heard the crepitations of the fire, and even the hurried beatings of his own heart, as against a terrible and

lovely hush of all created life. "Then take me with you."

Perion had never any recollection of what he answered. Indeed, he uttered no communicative words, but only

foolish babblements.

"Oh, I do not understand," said Melicent. "It is as though some spell were laid upon me. Look you, I have

been cleanly reared, I have never wronged any person that I know of, and throughout my quiet, sheltered life

I have loved truth and honour most of all. My judgment grants you to be what you are confessedly. And there

is that in me more masterful and surer than my judgment, that which seems omniscient and lightly puts aside

your confessings as unimportant."

"Lackey, impostor, and thief!" young Perion answered. "There you have the catalogue of all my rightful titles

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3. How Melicent Wooed 5

fairly earned."

"And even if I believed you, I think I would not care! Is that not strange? For then I should despise you. And

even then, I think, I would fling my honour at your feet, as I do now, and but in part with loathing, I would

still entreat you to make of me your wife, your servant, anything that pleased you. . . . Oh, I had thought that

when love came it would be sweet!"

Strangely quiet, in every sense, he answered:

"It is very sweet. I have known no happier moment in my life. For you stand within arm's reach, mine to

touch, mine to possess and do with as I elect. And I dare not lift a finger. I am as a man that has lain for a

long while in a dungeon vainly hungering for the glad light of daywho, being freed at last, must hide his

eyes from the dear sunlight he dare not look upon as yet. Ho, I am past speech unworthy of your notice! and I

pray you now speak harshly with me, madame, for when your pure eyes regard me kindly, and your bright

and delicate lips have come thus near to mine, I am so greatly tempted and so happy that I fear lest heaven

grow jealous!"

"Be not too much afraid" she murmured.

"Nay, should I then be bold? and within the moment wake Count Emmerick to say to him, very boldly, 'Beau

sire, the thief half Christendom is hunting has the honour to request your sister's hand in marriage'?"

"You sail to−morrow for the fighting oversea. Take me with you."

"Indeed the feat would be worthy of me. For you are a lady tenderly nurtured and used to every luxury the

age affords. There comes to woo you presently an excellent and potent monarch, not all unworthy of your

love, who will presently share with you many happy and honourable years. Yonder is a lawless naked

wilderness where I and my fellow desperadoes hope to cheat offended justice and to preserve thrice−forfeited

lives in savagery. You bid to aid you to go into this country, never to return! Madame, if I obeyed you, Satan

would protest against pollution of his ageless fires by any soul so filthy."

"You talk of little things, whereas I think of great things. Love is not sustained by palatable food alone, and is

not served only by those persons who go about the world in satin."

"Then take the shameful truth. It is undeniable I swore I loved you, and with appropriate gestures, too. But

dompnedex, madame! I am past master in these specious ecstasies, for somehow I have rarely seen the

woman who had not some charm or other to catch my heart with. I confess now that you alone have never

quickened it. My only purpose was through hyperbole to wheedle you out of a horse, and meanwhile to have

my recreation, you handsome jade!and that is all you ever meant to me. I swear to you that is all, all, all!"

sobbed Perion, for it appeared that he must die. "I have bemused myself with you, I have abominably tricked

you"

Melicent only waited with untroubled eyes which seemed to plumb his heart and to appraise all which Perion

had ever thought or longed for since the day Perion was born; and she was as beautiful, it seemed to him, as

the untroubled, gracious angels are, and more compassionate.

"Yes," Perion said, "I am trying to lie to you. And even at lying I fail."

She said, with a wonderful smile:

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3. How Melicent Wooed 6

"Assuredly there were never any other persons so mad as we. For I must do the wooing, as though you were

the maid, and all the while you rebuff me and suffer so that I fear to look on you. Men say you are no better

than a highwayman; you confess yourself to be a thief: and I believe none of your accusers. Perion de la

Forêt," said Melicent, and ballad−makers have never shaped a phrase wherewith to tell you of her voice, "I

know that you have dabbled in dishonour no more often than an archangel has pilfered drying linen from a

hedgerow. I do not guess, for my hour is upon me, and inevitably I know! and there is nothing dares to come

between us now."

"Nay,ho, and even were matters as you suppose them, without any warrant,there is at least one silly

stumbling knave that dares as much. Saith he: 'What is the most precious thing in the world?Why,

assuredly, Dame Melicent's welfare. Let me get the keeping of it, then. For I have been entrusted with a host

of common priceless thingswith youth and vigour and honour, with a clean conscience and a child's faith,

and so onand no person alive has squandered them more gallantly. So heartward ho! and trust me now, my

timorous yoke−fellow, to win and squander also the chiefest jewel of the world.' Eh, thus he chuckles and

nudges me, with wicked whisperings. Indeed, madame, this rascal that shares equally in my least faculty is a

most pitiful, ignoble rogue! and he has aforetime eked out our common livelihood by such practices as your

unsullied imagination could scarcely depicture. Until I knew you I had endured him. But you have made of

him a horror. A horror, a horror! a thing too pitiful for hell!"

Perion turned away from her, groaning. He flung himself into a chair. He screened his eyes as if before some

physical abomination.

The girl kneeled close to him, touching him.

"My dear, my dear! then slay for me this other Perion of the Forest."

And Perion laughed, not very mirthfully.

"It is the common usage of women to ask of men this little labour, which is a harder task than ever Hercules,

that mighty−muscled king of heathenry, achieved. Nay, I, for all my sinews, am an attested weakling. The

craft of other men I do not fear, for I have encountered no formidable enemy save myself; but that same

midnight stabber unhorsed me long ago. I had wallowed in the mire contentedly enough until you came. . . .

Ah, child, child! why needed you to trouble me! for to−night I want to be clean as you are clean, and that I

may not ever be. I am garrisoned with devils, I am the battered plaything of every vice, and I lack the

strength, and it may be, even the will, to leave my mire. Always I have betrayed the stewardship of man and

god alike that my body might escape a momentary discomfort! And loving you as I do, I cannot swear that in

the outcome I would not betray you too, to this same end! I cannot swear Oh, now let Satan laugh, yet not

unpitifully, since he and I, alone, know all the reasons why I may not swear! Hah, Madame Melicent!" cried

Perion, in his great agony, "you offer me that gift an emperor might not accept save in awed gratitude; and I

refuse it." Gently he raised her to her feet. "And now, in God's name, go, madame, and leave the prodigal

among his husks."

"You are a very brave and foolish gentleman," she said, "who chooses to face his own achievements without

any paltering. To every man, I think, that must be bitter work; to the woman who loves him it is impossible."

Perion could not see her face, because he lay prone at the feet of Melicent, sobbing, but without any tears,

and tasting very deeply of such grief and vain regret as, he had thought, they know in hell alone; and even

after she had gone, in silence, he lay in this same posture for an exceedingly long while.

And after he knew not how long a while, Perion propped his chin between his hands and, still sprawling upon

the rushes, stared hard into the little, crackling fire. He was thinking of a Perion de la Forêt that once had

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3. How Melicent Wooed 7

been. In him might have been found a fit mate for Melicent had this boy not died very long ago.

It is no more cheerful than any other mortuary employment, this disinterment of the person you have been,

and are not any longer; and so did Perion find his cataloguing of irrevocable old follies and evasions.

Then Perion arose and looked for pen and ink. It was the first letter he ever wrote to Melicent, and, as you

will presently learn, she never saw it.

In such terms Perion wrote:

"MADAMEIt may please you to remember that when Dame Mélusine and I were interrogated, I

freely confessed to the murder of King Helmas and the theft of my dead master's jewels. In that I lied. For it

was my manifest duty to save the woman whom, as I thought, I loved, and it was apparent that the guilty

person was either she or I.

"She is now at Brunbelois, where, as I have heard, the splendour of her estate is tolerably

notorious. I have not ever heard she gave a thought to me, her cat's−paw. Madame, when I think of you and

then of that sleek, smiling woman, I am appalled by my own folly. I am aghast by my long blindness as I

write the words which no one will believe. To what avail do I deny a crime which every circumstance

imputed to me and my own confession has publicly acknowledged?

"But you, I think, will believe me. Look you, madame, I have nothing to gain of you. I shall not

ever see you any more. I go into a perilous and an eternal banishment; and in the immediate neighbourhood

of death a man finds little sustenance for romance. Take the worse of me: a gentleman I was born, and as a

wastrel I have lived, and always very foolishly; but without dishonour. I have never to my knowledgeand

God judge me as I speak the truth!wronged any man or woman save myself. My dear, believe me! believe

me, in spite of reason! and understand that my adoration and misery and unworthiness when I think of you

are such as I cannot measure, and afford me no judicious moment wherein to fashion lies. For I shall not see

you any more.

"I thank you, madame, for your all−unmerited kindnesses, and, oh, I pray you to believe!"

4. How the Bishop Aided Perion

THEN AT THREE o'clock, as Perion supposed, someone tapped upon the door. Perion went out into the

corridor, which was now unlighted, so that he had to hold to the cloak of Ayrart de Montors as the young

prelate guided Perion through the complexities of unfamiliar halls and stairways into an inhospitable night.

There were ready two horses, and presently the men were mounted and away.

Once only Perion shifted in the saddle to glance back at Bellegarde, black and formless against an empty sky;

and he dared not look again, for the thought of her that lay awake in the Marshal's Tower, so near at hand as

yet, was like a dagger. With set teeth he followed in the wake of his taciturn companion. The bishop never

spoke save to growl out some direction.

Thus they came to Manneville, and, skirting the town, came to Fomor Beach, a narrow sandy coast. It was

dark in this place and very still save for the encroachment of the tide. Yonder were four little lights, lazily

heaving with the water's motion, to show them where the Tranchemer lay at anchor. It did not seem to Perion

that anything mattered.

"It will be nearing dawn by this," he said.

"Ay," Ayrart de Montors said, very briefly; and his tone evinced his willingness to dispense with further

conversation. Perion of the Forest was an unclean thing which the bishop must touch in his necessity, but

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