Princess Zara
Page 46"Encourage him!" It is impossible to describe the sense of outrage
which Zara de Echeveria managed to include in the enunciation of
those two words. Listening from my place among the cushions in the
Turkish bower, I was conscious of a feeling of gladness that it was
so; that she resented the tone of the man, as well as the words he
had uttered; that she repudiated utterly the insinuation he had
made. "You use the term as if you thought it were a pleasure to me
to lead men on, simply because God gave me the beauty and the power.
I hate it; oh, how I hate it! Suppose that Jean Morét is dead,
who, then, in God's name is responsible for his death? I, I alone!
Do you think that I am so heartless that I can look upon such things
with no pang of self-reproach? I wish that I were old and ugly,
fortuneless and an outcast--or dead. Then I would not be compelled
to prostitute my beauty and my talents to conspire with a rabble of
they were pastimes."
"Hush! You do not realize what you say, Zara. Your own life----"
She laughed outright, interrupting him.
"My own life! Do you think I care for that? I wish they would kill me
and so end all this hateful, horrible scheming to murder and destroy."
"Hush, Zara! hush! You must not talk in that way."
"Not talk that way?" The princess laughed somewhat wildly, I thought,
from my place of concealment, but still she made no sound that could
have penetrated much farther than I was distant from their interview.
"Not talk that way?" she repeated, and this time was silent for a
spell, as if she were herself considering the reasons why she should
not do so. There had been more of fright than menace, in the tone of
the man called Ivan, when he cautioned her, and I could imagine how
were the least danger that disloyal thoughts of theirs might find
lodgment in unsuspected places. "I will talk that way; I will talk as I
please; nor you, nor any one, shall stand between me and my liberty of
action and speech. What care I for all the murderers and assassins who
form this terrible society of which we are members? Hear me? They could
only swear my life away as they have done to others in many parallel
cases. They could only destroy me; and Ivan, sometimes, upon my bended
knees I pray for death. What matter would it be to me how death might
come, so long as I am prepared to welcome it? I hate and loathe myself
when I stop to consider all the contemptible acts I am compelled to
perform, when I pause to realize the utter prostitution of self-respect
I am forced to undergo, in order to carry on the plots of our 'good
friends,' as you call them. Good friends, indeed! To whom, let me ask
friendly act done by any one of them, unless it is to a prisoner
already condemned, or to an assassin who is in danger of arrest? My own
life?" she laughed again. "Ivan, were it not that I honestly believe
that I can, by myself accomplish some great good in this undertaking, I
would destroy that life with my own hands; for I tell you that it would
be much easier to drive a poniard through my own heart, or to swallow a
cup of poison, than it is for me to make sport of the affections of
such men as the stately, generous Prince Michael, or that poor
love-sick fool, Morét. Hush! don't say another word to me on the
subject of warning, for it only angers me, and fills me with a contempt
which I find it difficult to master."