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1929 · PDF PAGE 69

Moonchild

…evilry. But at that moment the crowd broke like a wave upon the beach; and she saw a girl running upon her. [99] "Oh, you were splendid, sister!" cried a voice, and two scarred arms were thrown about her neck. It was the girl of the night before! "Didn't you escape?" babbled Lisa, incoherent. But the child's ringing laughter silenced her. "I forgive you for spoiling my record," she bubbled over. "You know, I'm supposed to get them five times in six." Lisa stood bewildered. But Sister Cybele was wringing her hands and kissing her, and Cyril Grey…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 115

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the tongues of the birds; and was rewarded the following morning by seeing Sister Clara turn upon one of her girls with a gesture of rage; he could even hear faintly the tones of anger in her voice. But Brother Onofrio had not failed to observe the same thing; and he divined instantly that a breach had been made in his circle. He went immediately to Sister Clara, and compelled her attention by a sign of such authority that no initiate dare overlook it. "Sister," he said very gently, "you do not speak with man; what cause, then, can there be for…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 102

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In a languid and mysterious chant Sister Clara raised her voice, and her acolytes kept accord on their mandolines; it was an incantation of fervour and of madness, the madness of things chaste, remote, and inscrutable. At the conclusion she took Lisa by the hand, and gave her a new name, a mystic name, engraved upon a moonstone, set in a silver ring which she put upon her finger. This name was Iliel. It had been chosen on account of its sympathy of number to the moon; for the name is Hebrew, in which language its characters have the value of 81…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 54

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…the themselves according to their dignity in the Order. They returned in a few moments. The old man was in a robe of the same pattern as Sister Cybele's — all the robes of the Order were thus fashioned — but it was of black silk, and on the breast was embroidered a golden eye within a radiant triangle. Cyril Grey was in a similar robe, but the eye was enclosed in a six-pointed star, and swords with undulating blades issued from each re-entrant angle. Their return broke up the conversation, and Sister Cybele led the way, with Lisa on her arm, to…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 55

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points truncated for convenience. Around this there were six seats, made of ebony inlaid with silver discs. Sister Cybele left the others to take her seat as president of the circular table. Simon Iff himself sat at the head of the triangle, placing Cyril Grey and the Mahathera Phang at the other corners. Lord Antony Bowling was at his left, Lisa at his right; Morningside faced him from the base. When all were seated, Sister Cybele rose, struck a bell that stood at her hand, and said: "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. O Master o…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 238

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…rode away towards Montmartre. The Profess-House of the Order had been converted into a hospital. But who should come to greet him if not Sister Cybele? Beside her stood the severe figure of Simon Iff. There were two others in the background. Cyril was not surprised to see his old master, the Mahathera Phang; but the other? It was Abdul Bey. "Come forward and shake hands," cried Simon Iff. "I have not been inactive, Cyril," added the old man. "I have had my eye on our young friend for a long time. I put my hand on him at the right moment. I show…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 96

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… only modifying its rules so far as might be necessary for the success of a certain experiment in magick which he had come to carry out. Sister Clara acquiesced with the [137] slightest of nods; then she raised her voice, and summoned the others to the evening adoration of the Sun. Cyril performed this as leader; the duty done, he was free to meet his new brothers and sisters. Sister Clara was assisted by two young women, both of the slender willowy type — rather babyish even, one might say, with their light brown fluffiness and their full, red…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 68

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…and began to stretch her arms in a dozen physical exercises. Just as she touched her toes for the tenth time the door behind her opened. Sister Cybele was standing there. "Come, Sister!" she cried, "it will be dawn in three minutes; first we must make the Adoration of the Sun, and then comes breakfast!" The horror of the night returned to Lisa in a flash. But somehow it had receeded into a deeper stratum of her being; when it came to a question of any possible action, she seemed remote. She had the horrible fancy that she had died in the night.…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 64

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…until you send for me," cried Lisa. "I swear it." Simon Iff placed his hand upon her brow; in another instant he was gone from the room. Sister Cybele rose and took her by the hand. "Come!" said she; "but you had better bid farewell to your lover." The girl once again thrilled to the undertone of malice in the voice. But Cyril took her fondly in his arms, and crushed her to him. "To-morrow," he said, "brave heart, true heart! To-morrow we shall be alone together!" Trembling, la Giuffria returned to Sister Cybele, and followed her to the door of…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 62

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Lord Antony stopped with a jerk; and lifting his liqueur glass, drained it suddenly. Sister Cybele rose and bowed to Simon Iff. But Cyril Grey's voice rose in a high-pitched drawl: "Better a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled prawn, and discontentment therewith!" The Master frowned him down. "Gentlemen!" he said, "It is the custom of this House that its guests pay for their entertainment. Lord Antony Bowling has done so by his delightful story; Mr. Morningside by his brilliant theory upon the function of food; and the Mahathera Phang…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 133

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…effinitely a Spirit of the Moon While Cyril was with her, she reflected him, she clung to him, she was one with him, Isis to his Osiris, sister as well as spouse; and every thought of her mind being but the harmonic of his, there was no possibility of any internal disturbance. But now she was torn suddenly from her support; she could not even speak to her man; and she discovered her own position as the mere centre of an Experiment. She knew now that she was not of scientific mind; that her aspirations to the Unknown had been fully satisfied by …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 60

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…tly what you did do when you were out yesterday.' 'Nothing at all,' she answered. 'I went and sat in the park for a little. Presently my sister came and sat down with me, and we talked for a little. Then she went away, and came back in about half-an- hour. We talked some more, and them I came away back to Curzon Street.' "On our return I questioned her husband. 'Sister!' he exclaimed, 'she never had a sister!' "The mystery was cleared up. It was a case of Double Personality! There was, however, still one small point. How did that Spirit Quail g…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 204

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…6] evening. Those who are not yet Mothers, but who wish to become so, kindly apply to me in the Vestry at the conclusion of the service. Sister Clara, please play the people out quickly!" Cyril babbled out this nonsense in the tones of the Sweet Young Thing type of Curate; it was his way of restoring the superficial atmosphere. Iliel took his arm, and went smiling to breakfast; but her soul was yet ill at ease. She asked him about the identification of Sister Clara and her Old Lady. "Yes," he said, "it was best to have her on the watch outside …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 67

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…agony to her soul. She understood the ambiguities of her lover; his strange behaviour seemed like an open book to her; and the malice of Sister Cybele, her elfin laughter, her satanic sneer, sank into her bleeding heart like acid, burning, fuming. The revel did not diminish; instead, it took novel and more atrocious forms. All that she had ever conceived of sensuality of bestiality, was a thousandfold surpassed. It was an infinite refinement of abomination joined with an exaggeration of grossness that might have turned Georges Sand to stone. Th…

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…rd used in the Order to designate its Head. "Yes," said Cyril, softly, "I was fortunate enough to interest Himself in the Experiment; so Sister Cybele has been there, under the charge of the Mahathera Phang!" "You young devil!" It was the first time that Simple Simon had been startled in forty years. "So you arranged this little game to draw the enemy's fire?" "Naturally, the safety of Sister Cybele was the first consideration." "And 'Horatii'?" "It's not a code word. I think it must be Roman History." "Three Boys!" "Rather a lot, isn't it?" "T…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 101

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…had chosen it for the scene of Lisa's dedication to Artemis. He had set up a small triangular altar of silver; and it was upon this that Sister Clara and her disciples came thrice nightly to make their incantations. The ritual of the moon might never be celebrated during daylight. Upon the evening of Monday, after the adoration of the setting sun, Sister Clara called Lisa aside, and led her to this garden. There she and the hand-maidens unclothed her, and washed her from head to foot in the waters of the sacred spring. Then she put upon her a s…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 203

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…ne could never say what. What you saw, my beloved Iliel, bears about the same ratio to what I have said as what I have said does to what Sister Clara saw: or, rather, was. Moral: when Sister turns we all turn. I have now apologized, though inadequately, for inflicting my bad verses upon you; which will conclude the entertainment for this morning. Brother Onofrio will now take up the collection. He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord; details of rate of interest and security on

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1929 · PDF PAGE 199

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…e to be altered before she could wear it. With vehemence she set instantly to work — and just as she was finishing, the door opened, and Sister Clara stood beside her. "Come, Iliel," she said, "it is the moment to salute May Morn!" The indignant girl recoiled in anger and disgust; [281] but Sister Clara stood smiling gently and tenderly. Iliel looked at her, almost despite herself; and she could not but see the radiance of her whole being, a physical aura of light playing about her, and the fire of her eyes transcendent with seraph happiness. "…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 139

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… was on the terrace, seated on the ground, perfectly awake, but with the silver crescent from her hair lying upon the marble before her. Sister Clara, on her knees beside her, was trying to decipher the scratches that she had made. "That is the writing on the tablet," said Iliel, as if Sister Clara already knew all about it, "that the old man hid in the cave." [197] It was now the hour for her to cradle her limbs in slumber; but, while the monotonous chant of her hand-maidens wooed the soft air, Cyril Grey and Brother Onofrio were at work upon …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 198

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…and the Old Lady had already arrived, and were busy worshipping the Chinese God. Of course! It was Cyril, with Brother Onofrio [279] and Sister Clara all the time — how stupid she had been! But for all that the toads were a nuisance with their eternal chatter and laughter; and they wore their jewels much too conspicuously and profusely. And then she perceived that Cyril and his two companions formed but one triangle, out of uncounted thousands; and each triangle was at a knot upon the web of an enormous spider. At each knot was such a group of …

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