once in an arbour of the gods above the fields of twilight night wandering alone came suddenly on morning. then night drew from his face his cloak of dark grey mists and said: "see, i am night," and they two sitting in that arbour of the gods, night told wondrous stories of old mysterious happenings in the dark. and morning sat and wondered, gazing into the face of night and at his wreath of stars. and morning told how the rains of snamarthis smoked in the plain, but night told how snamarthis held riot in the dark, with revelry and drinking and tales told by kings, till all the hosts of meenath crept against it and the lights went out and there arose the din of arms or ever morning came. and night told how sindana the beggar had dreamed that he was a king, and morning told how she had seen sindana find suddenly an army in the plain, and how he had gone to it thinking he was king and the army had believed him, and sindana now ruled over marthis and targadrides, dynath, zahn, and tumeida. and most night loved to tell of assarnees, whose ruins are scant memories on the desert's edge, but morning told of the twin cities of nardis and timaut that lorded over the plain. and night told terribly of what mynandes found when he walked through his own city in the dark. and ever at the elbow of regal night whispers arose saying: "tell morning this."
and ever night told and ever morning wondered. and night spake on, and told what the dead had done when they came in the darkness on the king that had led them into battle once. and night knew who slew darnex and how it was done. moreover, he told why the seven kings tortured sydatheris and what sydatheris said just at the last, and how the kings went forth and took their lives.
and night told whose blood had stained the marble steps that lead to the temple in ozahn, and why the skull within it wears a golden crown, and whose soul is in the wolf that howls in the dark against the city. and night knew whither the tigers go out of the irasian desert and the place where they meet together, and who speaks to them and what she says and why. and he told why human teeth had bitten the iron hinge in the great gate that swings in the walls of mondas, and who came up out of the marsh alone in the darktime and demanded audience of the king and told the king a lie, and how the king, believing it, went down into the vaults of his palace and found only toads and snakes, who slew the king. and he told of ventures in palace towers in the quiet, and knew the spell whereby a man might send the light of the moon right into the soul of his foe. and night spoke of the forest and the stirring of shadows and soft feet pattering and peering eyes, and of the fear that sits behind the trees taking to itself the shape of something crouched to spring.
but far under that arbour of the gods down on the earth the mountain peak mondana looked morning in the eyes and forsook his allegiance to night, and one by one the lesser hills about mondana's knees greeted the morning. and all the while in the plains the shapes of cities came looming out of the dusk. and kongros stood forth with all her pinnacles, and the winged figure of poesy carved upon the eastern portal of her gate, and the squat figure of avarice carved facing it upon the west; and the bat began to tire of going up and down her streets, and already the owl was home. and the dark lions went up out of the plain back to their caves again. not as yet shone any dew upon the spider's snare nor came the sound of any insects stirring or bird of the day, and full allegiance all the valleys owned still to their lord the night. yet earth was preparing for another ruler, and kingdom by kingdom she stole away from night, and there marched through the dreams of men a million heralds that cried with the voice of the cock: "lo! morning come behind us." but in that arbour of the gods above the fields of twilight the star wreath was paling about the head of night, and ever more wonderful on morning's brow appeared the mark of power. and at the moment when the camp fires pale and the smoke goes grey to the sky, and camels sniff the dawn, suddenly morning forgot night. and out of that arbour of the gods, and away to the haunts of the dark, night with his swart cloak slunk away; and morning placed her hand upon the mists and drew them upward and revealed the earth, and drove the shadows before her, and they followed night. and suddenly the mystery quitted haunting shapes, and an old glamour was gone, and far and wide over the fields of earth a new splendour arose.
usury
the men of zonu hold that yahn is god, who sits as a usurer behind a heap of little lustrous gems and ever clutches at them with both his arms. scarce larger than a drop of water are the gleaming jewels that lie under the grasping talons of yahn, and every jewel is a life. men tell in zonu that the earth was empty when yahn devised his plan, and on it no life stirred. then yahn lured to him shadows whose home was beyond the rim, who knew little of joys and nought of any sorrow, whose place was beyond the rim before the birth of time. these yahn lured to him and showed them his heap of gems; and in the jewels there was light, and green fields glistened in them, and there were glimpses of blue sky and little streams, and very faintly little gardens showed that flowered in orchard lands. and some showed winds in the heaven, and some showed the arch of the sky with a waste plain drawn across it, with grasses bent in the wind and never aught but the plain. but the gems that changed the most had in their centre the ever changing sea. then the shadows gazed into the lives and saw the green fields and the sea and earth and the gardens of earth. and yahn said: "i will loan you each a life, and you may do your work with it upon the scheme of things, and have each a shadow for his servant in green fields and in gardens, only for these things you shall polish these lives with experience and cut their edges with your griefs, and in the end shall return them again to me."
and thereto the shadows consented, that they might have gleaming lives and have shadows for their servants, and this thing became the law. but the shadows, each with his life, departed and came to zonu and to other lands, and there with experience they polished the lives of yahn, and cut them with human griefs until they gleamed anew. and ever they found new scenes to gleam within these lives, and cities and sails and men shone in them where there had been before only green fields and sea, and ever yahn the usurer cried out to remind them of their bargain. when men added to their lives scenes that were pleasant to yahn, then was yahn silent, but when they added scenes that pleased not the eyes of yahn, then did he take a toll of sorrow from them because it was the law.
but men forgot the usurer, and there arose some claiming to be wise in the law, who said that after their labour, which they wrought upon their lives, was done, those lives should be theirs to possess; so men took comfort from their toil and labour and the grinding and cutting of their griefs. but as their lives began to shine with experience of many things, the thumb and forefinger of yahn would suddenly close upon a life, and the man became a shadow. but away beyond the rim the shadows say:
"we have greatly laboured for yahn, and have gathered griefs in the world, and caused his lives to shine, and yahn doeth nought for us. far better had we stayed where no cares are, floating beyond the rim."
and there the shadows fear lest ever again they be lured by specious promises to suffer usury at the hands of yahn, who is overskilled in law. only yahn sits and smiles, watching his hoard increase in preciousness, and hath no pity for the poor shadows whom he hath lured from their quiet to toil in the form of men.
and ever yahn lures more shadows and sends them to brighten his lives, sending the old lives out again to make them brighter still; and sometimes he gives to a shadow a life that was once a king's and sendeth him with it down to the earth to play the part of a beggar, or sometimes he sendeth a beggar's life to play the part of a king. what careth yahn?
the men of zonu have been promised by those that claim to be wise in the law that their lives which they have toiled at shall be theirs to possess for ever, yet the men of zonu fear that yahn is greater and overskilled in the law. moreover it hath been said that time will bring the hour when the wealth of yahn shall be such as his dreams have lusted for. then shall yahn leave the earth at rest and trouble the shadows no more, but sit and gloat with his unseemly face over his hoard of lives, for his soul is a usurer's soul. but others say, and they swear that this is true, that there are gods of old, who be far greater than yahn, who made the law wherein yahn is overskilled, and who will one day drive a bargain with him that shall be too hard for yahn. then yahn shall wander away, a mean forgotten god, and perchance in some forsaken land shall haggle with the rain for a drop of water to drink, for his soul is a usurer's soul. and the lives—who knoweth the gods of old or what their will shall be?
