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thing seemed tame and common…place after the poetic region I had left。

The thought suggested itself: Why could I not change my quarters to

these vacant chambers? that would indeed be living in the Alhambra;

surrounded by its gardens and fountains; as in the time of the Moorish

sovereigns。 I proposed the change to Dame Antonia and her family;

and it occasioned vast surprise。 They could not conceive any

rational inducement for the choice of an apartment so forlorn;

remote and solitary。 Dolores exclaimed at its frightful loneliness;

nothing but bats and owls flitting about… and then a fox and wild…cat;

kept in the vaults of the neighboring baths; roamed about at night。

The good Tia had more reasonable objections。 The neighborhood was

infested by vagrants; gipsies swarmed in the caverns of the adjacent

hills; the palace was ruinous and easy to be entered in many places;

the rumor of a stranger quartered alone in one of the remote and

ruined apartments; out of the hearing of the rest of the

inhabitants; might tempt unwelcome visitors in the night; especially

as foreigners were always supposed to be well stocked with money。 I

was not to be diverted from my humor; however; and my will was law

with these good people。 So; calling in the assistance of a

carpenter; and the ever officious Mateo Ximenes; the doors and windows

were soon placed in a state of tolerable security; and the

sleeping…room of the stately Elizabetta prepared for my reception。

Mateo kindly volunteered as a body…guard to sleep in my antechamber;

but I did not think it worth while to put his valor to the proof。

  With all the hardihood I had assumed and all the precautions I had

taken; I must confess the first night passed in these quarters was

inexpressibly dreary。 I do not think it was so much the apprehension

of dangers from without that affected me; as the character of the

place itself; with all its strange associations: the deeds of violence

committed there; the tragical ends of many of those who had once

reigned there in splendor。 As I passed beneath the fated halls of

the Tower of Comares on the way to my chamber; I called to mind a

quotation; that used to thrill me in the days of boyhood:



         Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns;

         And; as the portal opens to receive me;

         A voice in sullen echoes through the courts

         Tells of a nameless deed!



  The whole family escorted me to my chamber; and took leave of me

as of one engaged on a perilous enterprise; and when I heard their

retreating steps die away along the waste antechambers and echoing

galleries; and turned the key of my door; I was reminded of those

hobgoblin stories; where the hero is left to accomplish the

adventure of an enchanted house。

  Even the thoughts of the fair Elizabetta and the beauties of her

court; who had once graced these chambers; now; by a perversion of

fancy; added to the gloom。 Here was the scene of their transient

gayety and loveliness; here were the very traces of their elegance and

enjoyment; but what and where were they?… Dust and ashes! tenants of

the tomb! phantoms of the memory!

  A vague and indescribable awe was creeping over me。 I would fain

have ascribed it to the thoughts of robbers awakened by the

evening's conversation; but I felt it was something more unreal and

absurd。 The long…buried superstitions of the nursery were reviving;

and asserting their power over my imagination。 Every thing began to be

affected by the working of my mind。 The whispering of the wind;

among the citron…trees beneath my window; had something sinister。 I

cast my eyes into the garden of Lindaraxa; the groves presented a gulf

of shadows; the thickets; indistinct and ghastly shapes。 I was glad to

close the window; but my chamber itself became infected。 There was a

slight rustling noise overhead; a bat suddenly emerged from a broken

panel of the ceiling; flitting about the room and athwart my

solitary lamp; and as the fateful bird almost flouted my face with his

noiseless wing; the grotesque faces carved in high relief in the cedar

ceiling; whence he had emerged; seemed to mope and mow at me。

  Rousing myself; and half smiling at this temporary weakness; I

resolved to brave it out in the true spirit of the hero of the

enchanted house; so; taking lamp in hand; I sallied forth to make a

tour of the palace。 Notwithstanding every mental exertion the task was

a severe one。 I had to traverse waste halls and mysterious

galleries; where the rays of the lamp extended but a short distance

around me。 I walked; as it were; in a mere halo of light; walled in by

impenetrable darkness。 The vaulted corridors were as caverns; the

ceilings of the halls were lost in gloom。 I recalled all that had been

said of the danger from interlopers in these remote and ruined

apartments。 Might not some vagrant foe be lurking before or behind me;

in the outer darkness? My own shadow; cast upon the wall; began to

disturb me。 The echoes of my own footsteps along the corridors made me

pause and look round。 I was traversing scenes fraught with dismal

recollections。 One dark passage led down to the mosque where Yusef;

the Moorish monarch; the finisher of the Alhambra; had been basely

murdered。 In another place; I trod the gallery where another monarch

had been struck down by the poniard of a relative whom he had thwarted

in his love。

  A low murmuring sound; as of stifled voices and clanking chains; now

reached me。 It seemed to come from the Hall of the Abencerrages。 I

knew it to be the rush of water through subterranean channels; but

it sounded strangely in the night; and reminded me of the dismal

stories to which it had given rise。

  Soon; however; my ear was assailed by sounds too fearfully real to

be the work of fancy。 As I was crossing the Hall of Ambassadors; low

moans and broken ejaculations rose; as it were; from beneath my

feet。 I paused and listened。 They then appeared to be outside of the

tower… then again within。 Then broke forth howlings as of an animal…

then stifled shrieks and inarticulate ravings。 Heard in that dead hour

and singular place; the effect was thrilling。 I had no desire for

further perambulation; but returned to my chamber with infinitely more

alacrity than I had sallied forth; and drew my breath more freely when

once more within its walls and the door bolted behind me。 When I awoke

in the morning; with the sun shining in at my window and lighting up

every part of the building with his cheerful and truth…telling

beams; I could scarcely recall the shadows and fancies conjured up

by the gloom of the preceding night; or believe that the scenes around

me; so naked and apparent; could have been clothed with such imaginary

horrors。

  Still; the dismal howlings and ejaculations I had heard were not

ideal; they were soon accounted for; however; by my handmaid

Dolores: being the ravings of a poor maniac; a brother of her aunt;

who was subject to violent paroxysms; during which he was confined

in a vaulted room beneath the Hall of Ambassadors。

  In the course of a few evenings a thorough change took place in

the scene and its associations。 The moon; which when I took possession

of my new apartments was invisible; gradually gained each evening upon

the darkness of the night; and at length rolled in full splendor above

the towers; pouring a flood of tempered light into every court and

hall。 The garden beneath my window; before wrapped in gloom; was

gently lighted up; the orange and citron trees were tipped with

silver; the fountain sparkled in the moonbeams; and even the blush

of the rose was faintly visible。

  I now felt the poetic merit of the Arabic inscription on the

walls: 〃How beauteous is this garden; where the flowers of the earth

vie with the stars of the heaven! What can compare with the vase of

yon alabaster fountain filled with crystal water? Nothing but the moon

in her fulness; shining in the midst of an uncloude

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