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XLIII. Resurrection

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THE last episodes which I have related, produced a definite impression on me which, because of the awkwardness of my narration, the reader doubtless will not share. I threw myself with ardour on to the ‘narrow path’, which I believed I had now perceived. But I did not have to wait long to collect the fruit of my lack of experience. I wanted to check the truth of Andréas's doctrine with facts. I started attending to the sick free of charge, I gave away my money and time, sacrificed my nights, endured the caprices of my friends, limited my pleasure in art and literature and sold my books. Then people started to mock at me, and later accused me of weakness of character. Fruitful consultations became less frequent; my corrospondents considered me timorous because I would no longer flatter their manias for magic, divination and phenomena; my reputation in the circles of ‘illuminism’ diminished; desperate cases, which I was unable to cure revived old doubts in me, which gradually grew into dreary despair.

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XLII. The Battle

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A TELEGRAM had called me to Nyon, and I was late at the station. As I ran to the counter, someone appeared before me and greeted me saying: “Don't be in so much of a hurry dear Doctor, we still have ten minutes to wait, for I presume you are taking the train to Pontarlier? Their locomotive doesn't work, so it has to be changed.” It was Andréas. He did not let me express my surprise.

“I am going to send a telegram,” he continued. “Wait a few seconds for me. Do you wish us to make the journey together to Dijon? I am going to Creusot.”

The train finally departed after the announced delay. We found an empty compartment and Andréas offered me a journal and asked for my permission to let him work. He did so for less than an hour and then we started talking. I knew what he wanted to say. I understood about the accident to our locomotive, and why, in this crowded train, we had a chance to be alone.

I took my place at the other end of the seat and turning towards the curtain did not take any notice of my companion. When, as very seldom happened, Andréas did not ‘work’ alone, he liked to be completely ignored. I had the leisure to enjoy our happy encounter. One evening on leaving me, he had dived into the crowd and it had closed over him, just as the sea does over a sinking boat. How many times, during the bloody cataclysm which was devastating Europe, my heart had turned sorrowfully to this man. What was he doing during that immense nightmare? Forgetting the rule imposed by Christ on His soldiers, I was astonished not to hear the secret chronicle talking about Andréas. I would liked to have seen him consulting with the great chiefs. And now he was here, equally calm and affectionate, with his paternal smile. Certainly he did not slow down his mysterious activities, and I felt it very well. As usual, the air around him vibrated with all kinds of presences: I breathed the power and immutability. He was the same man, definitely the same.

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XLI. Antibes

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THAT morning a mistral was sweeping away the rainy clouds, which, for some days, had been dropping their beneficial moisture on to the fields, so dry for months past. On the northern horizon the Italian peaks extended their snows which the rising sun painted with precious, rosy colours. The hills awakened in the amethyst-coloured fog, which rose from their valleys, and in contrast, the sea deepened its metallic blue from days of full sun. In the little port the fishing-boats slowly set sail, displaying their patched canvas, brownish white and red, under the eyes of the old, motionless fishermen.

Behind a barque from Leghorn, a man was talking to the sailors. His silhouette seemed well known to me. On approaching nearer, I was surprised to see Andréas. He gazed at me as I passed by and with a wink let me know that he would join me presently. I waited for him, while strolling through the shipyard.

Then, the barque slipped its moorings and a few minutes later Andréas joined me, with the same quiet pace, the same fatherly smile, and with the same gaze full of power and kindness.

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XXXIX. In Compiègne

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THERE came a year in which European politics became terribly entangled. One of my friends, who was attached to a certain office in the Foreign Ministry, confided to me, that these complications were provoked by the wife of a very important banker for the profit of her lover, a cosmopolitan adventurer, who was greatly in need of money. In order to satisfy him, the woman arranged an intrigue with the mistress of a monarch, and after some repeated press campaigning, the latter was able to arouse a nervous tension in public opinion to such a degree, that the parliaments of three countries simultaneously voted credit for national defence. The big bank was thus enabled to realize hundreds of millions in profit, and so the adventurer got his money. Even so, war became imminent. Andréas confirmed the exactness of this report.

“Great historical catastrophes, as you should see, have not had less futile causes. Thus one should grant attention to them, if one is in a position to interfere usefully. More than anyone else we Frenchmen have the right and duty to love our country in every way. If, dear Doctor, you have some light in the matter of the Realm Invisible, you will realize how much light and generous beauty has come to Europe because of our France, despite all the foolishness of her sons and all the freakish behaviour of her rulers. Apart from ours, no other nation has insufflated so much of her spring into minor peoples. But also, with no other nation has Heaven been so directly mingled as with France. Therefore, it is proper for us to love France because we are her children and because we are also the children of Heaven.”

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XL. Christmas

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IT so happened that I rendered to a young married couple of the cosmopolitan world, one of those trivial services, the annoying consequence of which is that one is compelled to accept, with a delighted attitude, kindness as payment for such service. Thus they asked me to attend a Christmas eve function in a luxurious Paris environment, in the best style. However, the elaborate delicacy of the food, and the elegance of the diners did not shorten the whole ceremony for me. Finally, the hour of departure arrived, and then, at the very moment of farewell, I saw in a group of departing people, the powerful figure of Andréas. He was in evening dress and his companions, among whom I noticed some celebrated faces, seemed to pay him the attention usually accorded to important persons.

He saw me and came over after taking leave of his friends, and suggested that I spend the two or three hours still remaining before daylight with him. Later in the morning he had to visit some interesting sick people, so we could go together to his home and then I could accompany him. I accepted and we started our walk. Andréas had become thin. His handsomeness, usually as if shadowed by the halo of bodily vigour, appeared more visible in this exhaustion occasioned by too long fatigue. His hair, which was now long, heightened the superhuman character of that face whose features and lines more and more radiated the power of his kindness. The wrinkles were accentuated on his admirable forehead, around the vigilant eyes, and about the mouth with its moving smile. But his gaze remained luminous, limpid and magnificent. According to his custom, he questioned me in short sentences, of which the connecting links were not always immediately apparent.

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