thavánan the tormentor.

months had passed away since the disappearance of the gay thavánan, once the favourite of the potent monarch of shoa. fallen in a single day from his high estate, and deprived of an eye before the scoffing multitude, the innocent victim to intrigue had departed alone and on foot through the gateway of the palace. a thousand cavaliers had that morning obeyed his least command, but not one attended him in the hour of adversity; and shunned as a thing accursed by the brutal mob, he wended his way in moody silence to his home in the green meadow of the chaka. but the myrmidons of tyranny had outstripped his heavy footstep. ashes alone proclaimed the site of his late flourishing abode, and a solitary goat, bleating amid the ruins, was all that remained of his once numerous possessions.

the king’s áferoch had been busy since early morn, and every thing had been swept with the besom of destruction. the flocks and the herds of the disgraced noble were now in the royal pastures, and his family and relatives, his serfs and drudges, in the household of the despotic monarch. stunned by the fatal intelligence, thavánan, followed only by the goat, withdrew unnoticed from the scene of desolation, and his very name was for a time forgotten in the land.

towards the close of the year strange reports were circulated from the palace. unseen hands abstracted the choicest viands—the clearest hydromel was drained ere it reached the expectant lip—and a thousand vagaries were played in the great hall of entertainment. the replenished horn was dashed untasted to the ground, and the delicate morsel transferred from the gaping mouth to the rushes which strewed the floor. the monarch himself was not exempt from the foul plague. his palate was daily cheated of some accustomed dainty; and once, to the horror of the assembled courtiers, a bloody tail was inserted as the royal jaws opened to essay a dish prepared in the seraglio—a loud laugh ringing meanwhile among the rafters of the banqueting-room, which struck upon the ear of the discomfited despot like the merry tones of his exiled favourite.

priests were called in to the rescue—holy books were read, and consecrated water profusely sprinkled upon the walls, but all without the slightest effect. doors were closed and double-locked, and guards were planted over every aperture, yet still the pest continued without any abatement. the palace was in a state of terror and confusion, and the life of the king became weary and burdensome.

awful voices now sounded at night through the lone apartments, and apparitions haunted the imperial slumbers. the band of nocturnal singers was trebled, but the stout lungs of thirty hale priests, who surrounded the royal bed-chamber, and elevated their voices in psalm to a more frantic key than had ever before been heard in shoa, failed to intimidate the goblin. tossing on his couch, the restless monarch sunk weary to sleep, only to be jaded by spectres and evil dreams, in which the wronged thavánan invariably appeared as the chief tormentor.

the nuisance continued without intermission, until, on the high festival of easter, harassed and exhausted, the negoos took his customary seat in the great hall of his ancestors. the groaning table was once again well filled. the holy feast had induced chiefs and nobles in some degree to overcome the fears which had latterly estranged them entirely from the banquet; but there was no joy in the depressed eye, no mirth or hilarity on the tongue of any guest, and a low whisper hardly disturbed the silence which reigned among the dismayed assembly.

the usual infernal sallies were on this day practised exclusively at the royal board, before which the uneasy monarch, occupying a high alcove, and surrounded by pages and men at arms, reclined in his wonted grandeur. suddenly, another figure appeared at the table, resting one hand in a curiously wrought earthen vase, and extending the other high, in defiance towards the throne.

“the lost thavánan!” shouted the crowd: “he has pawned his soul to the fiend”—and swords flashed from the scabbard, as men’s hearts were strengthened at the sight of danger in a tangible form. but high over the storm rose the voice of the despot:—“back, minions, back! we will ourselves deal with the ingrate. death—but a lingering death—shall be the portion of him who trifles with the pleasure of kings!”

it was indeed thavánan who confronted the frown of majesty; but how changed from the mild and handsome favourite of former days! white as the feather of the rása, his dishevelled hair floated over the bent shoulder, and stern revenge was graven in the deep furrows of his pallid cheek. his solitary eye gleamed with infernal expression, and bright with the cabalistic figures of magic lore, a golden fillet screened the mutilated orb. retaining his disdainful position, he cast first a withering glance over the crowd, and then addressed the prince in words of scorn:—

“false monarch, repent in time, for the serpent will turn upon its destroyer. proud descendant of the race of solomon, the wit of thy illustrious ancestor is dull in comparison with the wisdom of the meanest disciple of wárobal. i defy thy myrmidons and thyself!”

and uttering these words, thavánan instantaneously disappeared from before the gaze of the astounded and crest-fallen court.

the waters of the mystic vase hissed and bubbled for a moment. a dark cloud of stifling steam shot aloft, and a thick crust of red ashes, which strewed the board, remained the sole memento of the unwelcome intrusion. again the hearts of the vassals fell within them; and whilst a gloomy silence pervaded the hall, the triumphant song of the tormentor came ringing among the notes of wild music.

“far down in the depths of the azure blue,

away from the mists of the cold dull sky,

concealed from detested mortal view,

thavánan lives in liberty.”

the courage of the tyrant quailed before the dread powers which were in array against him, and resolved upon an act of tardy justice. freedom was restored to the degraded and enslaved family, and the confiscated lands were returned threefold to the impoverished race. but the door of the royal harem was closed on the fair daughter of the house of thavánan, and the wail of the captive maid still cried aloud for redress. persecution, nevertheless, ceased for a time; and men breathed more freely as their hopes gained ground that the spirit of the avenger was appeased.

on the proclamation of the annual military expedition, the chiefs and nobles of shoa thronged once more to the capital. swarming around the black tents of their warrior leaders, multitudes were spread over hill and dale, and the amhára host, in all its savage magnificence, had mustered on the highest mountains of anko. but evil omens and portentous signs were witnessed continually. dogs howled unceasingly during the livelong night. throughout the hours of day, the shrike croaked from every bush; and the merlin, turning her back on the passing cavalier, arranged her sober plumage on the stone, without bestowing, in earnest of victory and success, one glimpse of her snow-white breast.

no heed was given by the stern monarch to these portents of coming evil; and on the eve of the intended march the halls of the palace were crowded with all the chivalry of efát. boisterous mirth presided at the banquet; but as the last horn of old hydromel was drained to the downfall of the galla, there arose a fearful cry from the interior enclosure, and bands of eunuchs, with horror depicted upon their withered countenances, burst into the chamber from every direction. falling prostrate at the footstool of the throne, they proclaimed the disaster which had descended like a thunderbolt on the heretofore unsullied honour of the nation. “he has left the old and the ugly,” sobbed the trembling guardians; “but alas for the fair and beautiful ones of the harem, they are all gone on the wings of the evening wind!”

king and nobles rushed into the court-yard, and every hut which crowned the pinnacle of the capital poured forth its inmates to gaze at the wondrous spectacle. high over the up-reared peak of the mountain soared a rich rosy cloud, lit by the last glorious rays of the setting sun, and charged with a freight more prized than the fine gold of kordofán. amhára’s fairest daughters were revealed to the unhallowed view of the gaping multitude, and no envious vest shrouded their amazing charms. all had been caught up by the whirlwind in the simple dress of ordinary avocation; and as their light laughing voices came tinkling from above, they carried the bitter truth to the exasperated monarch, that the captives enjoyed their present thraldom as a happy release from the bolt of the harem gate, and the rod of the testy old eunuch.

dishonoured in the eyes of his subjects, and smarting under the loss of objects which still held a place in his heart, the despot stamped and raged in uncontrollable fury. the beat of the nugáreet and the voice of the herald forthwith proclaimed the abandonment of the projected expedition; and, plunged in the deepest mortification, asfa woosen retired to brood in solitude over his unprecedented misfortune.

morn witnessed the dispersion to their respective quarters of governors and their levies; and before the shades of another evening had closed over the deep valley of the airára, a breathless courier galloped through the palace-gates with the unlooked-for but welcome tidings, that the ladies of the royal harem had been discovered reposing unattended among the high fern and heather of the adjacent mountain side.

again were the parchment faces of the wrinkled eunuchs radiant in sallow lustre. three hundred mules were instantly dispatched for the conveyance of the truant flock to their fold; and at midnight the muffled damsels were consigned, amid the cracked exultations of attendants, to their wonted cages in the palace.

but the fair sister of thavánan was not of the number, neither could any clue be obtained to her fate or condition. a small scroll had indeed been discovered on the turf, sealed and bearing the address of the ruler of shoa—a gigantic glow-worm, attached by a single yellow hair to the envelope, having particularly attracted attention to that which it was conjectured might contain the desired information.

the curiosity of the king finally overcame the cautious scruples of the priesthood, who advised the immediate destruction of the missive. as the wax crumbled between his fingers, a roar of thunder shook the palace to its foundations, whilst a stream of black dust, pouring from the parchment to the table, gradually assumed the semblance of a pillar of sand agitated by the fierce whirl of the storm. a pungent odour impregnated the apartment, and the crackling sound of the devouring element was followed by the presence of the dread tormentor.

“i have come once again, monarch of the hard heart, to repay the debt which is still due, and, blasted like the much-injured thavánan, thy soul may henceforward entertain some feeling of pity for thy fellow-men. listen to thy doom. no mercy was shown unto me, and none shall be extended to thee. thy son, after a short reign of terror, shall fall by the hand of a slave, and die cursing the author of his existence; and thy son’s son shall bear upon his disfigured countenance the searing mark of his ancestor’s cruelty. my face thou shalt see no more—spirit of the flame, perform thy task.” a bright flash shot from the centre of the dark threatening column, and curled towards the king, a sickening sulphuric fume filling the presence chamber, and the necromancer vanished in the thick smoke.

plunged for hours in a death-like stupor, asfa woosen was only aroused from his lethargy to bewail the loss of the left eye, which had been scorched in the socket by the contact of the fierce flame. the calamity greatly softened and influenced the actions of his after-life; and torture and mutilation grew gradually out of custom in the kingdom of shoa.

during the reign of his grandson, the one-eyed sáhela selássie, there dwelt in a mossy cavern, among the recesses of the forest of manték, a hermit of renowned sanctity. father peter was universally feared and beloved, but none knew from whence he derived food or nourishment. the skin of the agazin formed his humble garb, and a rude leathern girdle encircled his loins. his charms and amulets were never known to fail, and his language was not as that of other men. crowds daily gathered round his cave in the rock to receive on their knees the benediction of the recluse; but no one had ever entered the cell, and few cared to pass it after nightfall. moans and cries of agony then mingled with the midnight blast; and the sound of the scourge was often heard amid prayers for deliverance from the evil one.

on a fresh morning of may, when the roses and jessamine were scenting the dewy air, the wild flowers springing over the face of the green meadow, and birds warbled pleasantly amid the rich foliage, the peasants came as usual to listen to the words of other days, and to receive the blessing of the austere anchorite. but the accustomed seat was vacant, and no answer being returned to the voice of inquiry, the boldest entered the retreat. curiously emblazoned scrolls and relics were strewed among the nooks and mouldy recesses of the damp grotto; the body of the venerable hermit was stretched in eternal slumber upon a bed of sharp stones; and the tale soon spread through the land that the holy father peter—now no more—was indeed the dread necromancer thavánan, who had thus, by the continued penance of half a century, expiated his fierce act of apostasy.