The Tigers Bride-2

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    A cell had been prepared for me, a veritable cell, windowless, airless, lightless, in the viscera of the palace. The valet lit a lamp for me; a narrow bed, a dark cupboard with fruit and flowers carved on it bulked out of the gloom.

    "I shall twist a  of my bed linen and hang myself with it," I said.

    "Oh, no," said the valet, fixing upon me wide and suddenly melancholy eyes. "Oh, no, you will not. You are a woman of honour."

    And what was he doing in my bedroom, this jigging caricature of a man? Was he to be my warder until I submitted to The Beasts whim or he to mine? Am I in such reduced circumstahat I may not have a ladys maid? As if in reply to my unspoken demand, the valet clapped his hands.

    "To assuage your loneliness, madame. . ."

    A knog and clattering behind the door of the cupboard; the door swings open and out glides a soubrette from aa, with glossy, nut-brown curls, rosy cheeks, blue, rolling eyes; it takes me a moment tnise her, in her little cap, her white stogs, her frilled petticoats. She carries a looking glass in one hand and a powder puffiher and there is a musical box where her heart should be; she tinkles as she rolls towards me oiny wheels.

    "Nothing human lives here," said the valet.

    My maid halted, bowed; from a split seam at the side of her bodice protrudes the handle of a key. She is a marvellous mae, the most delicately balanced system of cords and pulleys in the world.

    "We have dispensed with servants," the valet said. "We surround ourselves instead, for utility and pleasure, with simulacra and find it no less vehan do most gentlemen."

    This clockwork twin of mine halted before me, her bowels ing out a settei, and offered me the bold ation of her smile. Click, click -- she raises her arm and busily dusts my cheeks with pink, powdered chalk that makes me cough, then thrusts towards me her little mirror.

    I saw within it not my own face but that of my father, as if I had put on his face when I arrived at The Beasts palace as the discharge of his debt. What, you self-deluding fool, are y still? And drunk, too. He tossed back his grappa and hurled the tumbler away.

    Seeing my astonished fright, the valet took the mirror away from me, breathed on it, polished it with the ham of his gloved fist, ha bae. Now all I saw was myself, haggard from a sleepless night, pale enough to need my maids supply e.

    I heard the key turn in the heavy door and the valets footsteps patter dowone passage. Meanwhile, my double tio powder the air, emitting her jangling tu, as it turned out, she was not inexhaustible; soon she  more a more languorously, her metal heart slowed in imitation of fatigue, her musical box ran down until the notes separated themselves out of the tune and plopped like single raindrops and, as if sleep had overtaken her, at last she moved no longer. As she succumbed to sleep, I had no option but to do so too. I dropped on the narrow bed as if felled.

    Time passed but I do not know how much; then the valet woke me with rolls and honey. I gestured the tray away but he set it down firmly beside the lamp and took from it a little shagreen box, which he offered to me.

    I turned away my head.

    "Oh, my lady!" Such hurt cracked his high-pitched voice! He dextrously unfastehe gold clasp; on a bed of crimso lay a single diamond earring, perfect as a tear.

    I she box shut and tossed it into a er. This sudden, sharp movement must have disturbed the meism of the doll; she jerked her arm almost as if to reprimand me, letting out a rippling fart of gavotte. Then she was still again.

    "Very well," said the valet, put out. And indicated it was time for me to visit my host again. He did not let me wash or y hair. There was so little natural light ierior of the palace that I could not tell whether it was day ht.

    You would not think the Beast had budged an inch since I last saw him; he sat in his huge chair, with his hands in his sleeves, and the heavy air never moved. I might have slept an hour, a night, or a month, but his sculptured calm, the stifling air remained just as it had been. The inse rose from the pot, still traced the same signature on the air. The same fire burned.

    Take off my clothes for you, like a ballet girl? Is that all you want of me?

    "The sight of a young ladys skin that no man has seen before --" stammered the valet.

    I wished Id rolled in the hay with every lad on my fathers farm, to disqualify myself from this humiliating bargain. That he should want so little was the reason why I could not give it; I did not o speak for The Beast to uand me.

    A tear came from his other eye. And then he moved; he buried his cardboard ival head with its ribboned weight of false hair in, I would say, his arms; he withdrew his, I might say, hands from his sleeves and I saw his furred pads, his excoriating claws.

    The dropped tear caught upon his fur and shone. And in my room for hours I heard those paws pad bad forth outside my door.

    When the valet arrived again with his silver salver, I had a pair of diamond earrings of the fi water in the world; I threw the other into the er where the first one lay. The valet twittered with aggrieved regret but did not offer to lead me to The Beast again. Instead, he smiled ingratiatingly and fided: "My master, he say: ihe young lady to go riding."

    "Whats this?"

    He briskly mimicked the a of a gallop and, to my amazement, tunelessly croaked: "Tantivy! tantivy! a-hunting we will go!"

    "Ill run away, Ill ride to the city."

    "Oh, no," he said. "Are you not a woman of honour?"

    He clapped his hands and my maidservant clicked and jangled into the imitation of life. She rolled towards the cupboard where she had e from and reached i to fetch out over her syic arm my riding habit. Of all things. My verypeak carried it inside his cloak a out at his pleasure, for it stirred the horses manes but did not lift the lowland mists.

    A bereft landscape in the sad browns and sepias of winter lay all about us, the marshland drearily protrag itself towards the wide river. Those decapitated willows. Now and then, the swoop of a bird, its irrecilable cry.

    A profound sense of strangeness slowly began to possess me. I knew my two panions were not, in any way, as other men, the simiaainer and the master for whom he spoke, the oh clawed forepaas in a plot with the witches who let the winds out of their knotted handkerchiefs up towards the Finnish border. I khey lived acc to a different logic than I had doil my father abandoned me to the wild beasts by his human carelessness. This knowledge gave me a certain fearfulness still; but, I would say, not much. . . I was a young girl, a virgin, and therefore men denied me rationality just as they de to all those who were ly like themselves, in all their unreason. If I could see not one single soul in that wilderness of desolation all arouhen the six of us -- mounts and riders, both -- could boast amongst us not one soul, either, since all the best religions in the world state categorically that not beasts nor women were equipped with the flimsy, insubstantial things when the good Lord opehe gates of Eden a Eve and her familiars tumble out. Uand, then, that though I would not say I privately engaged iaphysical speculation as we rode through the reedy approaches to the river, I certainly meditated oure of my own state, how I had been bought and sold, passed from hand to hand. That clockwirl who powdered my cheeks for me; had I not been allotted only the same kind of imitative life amongst men that the doll-maker had given her?

    Yet, as to the true nature of the being of this clawed magus who rode his pale horse in a style that made me recall how Kublai Khans leopards went out hunting on horseback, of that I had no notion.

    We came to the bank of the river that was so wide we could not see across it, so still with wihat it scarcely seemed to flow. The horses lowered their heads to drink. The valet cleared his throat, about to speak; we were in a place of perfect privacy, beyond a brake of winter-bare rushes, a hedge of reeds.

    "If you will not let him see you without your clothes --"

    I involuntarily shook my head --

    "-- you must, then, prepare yourself for the sight of my master, naked."

    The river broke on the pebbles with a diminishing sigh. My posure deserted me; all at once I was on the brink of panic. I did not think that I could bear the sight of him, whatever he was. The mare raised her dripping muzzle and looked at me keenly, as if urgihe river broke again at my feet. I was far from home.

    "You," said the valet, "must."

    When I saw how scared he was I might refuse, I he reed bowed down in a sudden snarl of wind that brought with it a gust of the heavy odour of his disguise. The valet held out his masters cloak to s him from me as he removed the mask. The horses stirred. The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he aowledges no pact that is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.

    A great, feliawny shape whose pelt was barred with a savage geometry of bars the colour of burned wood. His domed, heavy head, so terrible he must hide it. How subtle the muscles, how profound the tread. The annihilating vehemence of his eyes, like twin suns.

    I felt my breast ripped apart as if I suffered a marvellous wound. The valet moved forward as if to cover up his master now the girl had aowledged him, but I said: "No." The tiger sat still as a heraldic beast, in the pact he had made with his own ferocity to do me no harm. He was far larger than I could have imagined. From the poor, shabby things Id seen once, in the Czars menagerie at Petersburg, the golden fruit of their eyes dimming, withering in the far North of captivity. Nothing about him reminded me of humanity.

    I therefore, shivering, now unfastened my jacket, to show him I would do him no harm. Yet I was clumsy and blushed a little, for no man had seen me naked and I roud girl. Pride it was, not shame, that thwarted my fingers so; and a certain trepidatiohis frail little article of human upholstery before him might not be, in itself, grand enough to satisfy his expectations of us, sihose, for all I knew, might have grown infinite during the eime he had been waiting. The wind clattered in the rushes, purled and eddied in the river.

    I showed his grave silence my white skin, my red nipples, and the horses turheir heads to watch me, also, as if they, too, were courteously curious as to the fleshly nature of women. Then the Beast lowered his massive head; Enough! said the valet with a gesture. The wind died down. All was still again.

    Then they went off together, the valet on his pony, the tiger running before him like a hound, and I walked along the river bank for a while. I felt I was at liberty for the first time in my life. Then the winter sun began to tarnish, a few flakes of snow drifted from the darkening sky and, when I returo the horses, I found The Beast mounted again on his grey mare, cloaked and masked and once more, to all appearances, a man, while the valet had a fich of waterfowl dangling from his hand and the corpse of a young roebuck slung behind his saddle. I climbed up on the black gelding in silend so we returo the palace as the snow fell more and more heavily, obsg the tracks that we had left behind us.

    The valet did not returo my cell but, instead, to a, if old-fashioned boudoir with sofas of faded pink brocade, a jinns treasury of Oriental carpets, tintinnabulation of cut-glass deliers. dles in antlered holders struck rainbows from the prismatic hearts of my diamond earrings, that lay on my new dressing table at which my attentive maid stood ready with her powder puff and mirror. Intending to fix the ors in my ears, I took the looking glass from her hand, but it was in the midst of one of its magic fits again and I did not see my own fa it but that of my father; at first I thought he smiled at me. Then I saw he was smiling with pure gratification.

    He sat, I saw, in the parlour of our lodgings, at the very table where he had lost me, but now he was busily engaged in ting out a tremendous pile of banknotes. My fathers circumstances had ged already; well-shavely barbered, smart new clothes. A frosted glass of sparkling wi veo his hand beside an ice bucket. The Beast had clearly paid cash on the nail for his glimpse of my bosom and paid up promptly, as if it had not been a sight I might have died of showing. Then I saw my fathers trunks were packed, ready for departure. Could he so easily leave me here?

    There was a note oable with the money, in a fine hand. I could read it quite clearly. "The young lady will arrive immediately." Some harlot with whom hed briskly iated a liaison orength of his spoils? Not at all. For, at that moment, the valet k my door to annouhat I might leave the palace at any time hereafter, and he bore over his arm a handsome sable cloak, my very own little gratuity, The Beasts m gift, in which he proposed to pack me up and send me off.

    When I looked at the mirrain, my father had disappeared and all I saw ale, hollow-eyed girl whom I scarcely reised. The valet asked politely when he should prepare the carriage, as if he did not doubt that I would leave with my booty at the first opportunity while my maid, whose face was no lohe spit of my own, tinued bonnily to beam. I will dress her in my own clothes, wind her up, send her back to perform the part of my fathers daughter.

    "Leave me alone," I said to the valet.

    He did not o lock the door, now. I fixed the earrings in my ears. They were very heavy. Then I took off my riding habit, left it where it lay on the floor. But, when I got down to my shift?, my arms dropped to my sides. I was unaced to nakedness. I was so uo my own skin that to take off all my clothes involved a kind of flaying. I thought The Beast had wanted a little thing pared with what I repared to give him; but it is not natural for humankind to go naked, not since first we hid our loins with fig leaves. He had demahe abominable. I felt as much atrocious pain as if I was stripping off my own underpelt and the smiling girl stood poised in the oblivion of her balked simulation of life, watg me peel down to the cold, white meat of trad, if she did not see me, then so much more like the market place, where the eyes that watch you take no at of your existence.

    And it seemed my entire life, since I had left the North, had passed uhe indifferent gaze of eyes like hers. Then I was fling stark, except for his irreproachable tears. I huddled in the furs I must return to him, to keep me from the lacerating winds that raced along the corridors. I khe way to his den without the valet to guide me.

    No respoo my tentative rap on his door.

    Then the wind blew the valet whirling along the passage. He must have decided that, if one should go hen all should go naked; without his livery, he revealed himself, as I had suspected, a delicate creature, covered with silken moth-grey fur, brown fingers supple as leather, chocolate muzzle, the ge creature in the world. He gibbered a little to see my fine furs and jewels as if I were dressed up for the opera and, with a great deal of tender ceremony, removed the sables from my shoulders. The sables thereupon resolved themselves into a pack of black squeaking rats that rattled immediately dowairs on their hard little feet and were lost to sight. The valet bowed me ihe Beasts room.

    The purple dressing gown, the mask, the wig, were laid out on his chair; a glove lanted on each arm. The empty house of his appearance was ready for him but he had aba. There was a reek of fur and piss; the inse pot lay broken in pieces on the floor. Half-buricks were scattered from the extinguished fire. A dle stuck by its own grease to the mantelpiece lit two narrow flames in the pupils of the tigers eyes.

    He ag backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, the tip of his heavy tail twitg as he paced out the length and breadth of his impriso between the gnawed and bloody bones. He will gobble you up.

    Nursery fears made flesh and sinew; earliest and most archaic of fears, fear of devourment. The beast and his ivorous bed of bone and I, white, shaking, raroag him as if , in myself, the key to a peaceable kingdom in which his appetite need not be my extin.

    He went still as stone. He was far more frightened of me than I was of him.

    I squatted o straw and stretched out my hand. I was now within the field of force of his golden eyes. He growled at the back of his throat, lowered his head, sank on to his forepaws, snarled, showed me his red gullet, his yellow teeth. I never moved. He snuffled the air, as if to smell my fear; he could not.

    Slowly, slowly he began t his heavy, gleami across the floor towards me.

    A tremendous throbbing, as of the ehat makes the earth turn, filled the little room; he had begun to purr.

    The sweet thunder of this purr shook the old walls, made the shutters batter the windows until they burst apart a in the white light of the snowy moon. Tiles came crashing down from the roof; I heard them fall into the courtyard far below. The reverberations of his purring rocked the foundations of the house, the walls began to dance. I thought: "It will all fall, everything will disie."

    He dragged himself closer and closer to me, until I felt the harsh velvet of his head against my hand, then a tongue, abrasive as sandpaper. "He will lick the skin off me!"

    And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, a behind a  patina of shiny hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.

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