I rubbed the water out of my eyes, and saw the raven on the edge
of a huge stone basin. With the cold light of the dawn reflected
from his glossy plumage, he stood calmly looking down upon me. I lay
on my back in water, above which, leaning on my elbows, I just lifted
my face. I was in the basin of the large fountain constructed by my
father in the middle of the lawn. High over me glimmered the thick,
steel-shiny stalk, shooting, with a torrent uprush, a hundred feet
into the air, to spread in a blossom of foam.
"You will not forget the consequences of having forgotten it!"
replied Mr. Raven, who stood leaning over the margin of the basin,
and stretched his hand across to me.
I took it, and was immediately beside him on the lawn, dripping
and streaming.
"You must change your clothes at once!" he said. "A wetting does
not signify where you come from--though at present such an accident
is unusual; here it has its inconveniences!"
He was again a raven, walking, with something stately in his step,
toward the house, the door of which stood open.
"I have not much to change!" I laughed; for I had flung aside my
robe to climb the tree.
"It is a long time since I moulted a feather!" said the raven.
In the house no one seemed awake. I went to my room, found a
dressing-gown, and descended to the library.
As I entered, the librarian came from the closet. I threw myself
on a couch. Mr. Raven drew a chair to my side and sat down. For
a minute or two neither spoke. I was the first to break the silence.
"A good question!" he rejoined: "nobody knows what anything is; a
man can learn only what a thing means! Whether he do, depends on
the use he is making of it."
"Not much; but you know the fact, and that is something! Most
people take more than a lifetime to learn that they have learned
nothing, and done less! At least you have not been without the
desire to be of use!"
"I did want to do something for the children--the precious Little
Ones, I mean."
"That is true also--but you are to blame that you did not."
"I am ready to believe whatever you tell me--as soon as I understand
what it means."
"Had you accepted our invitation, you would have known the right
way. When a man will not act where he is, he must go far to find
his work."
"Indeed I have gone far, and got nowhere, for I have not found my
work! I left the children to learn how to serve them, and have only
learned the danger they are in."
"When you were with them, you were where you could help them: you
left your work to look for it! It takes a wise man to know when to
go away; a fool may learn to go back at once!"
"Do you mean, sir, I could have done something for the Little Ones
by staying with them?"
"No; but how could I teach them? I did not know how to begin.
Besides, they were far ahead of me!"
"That is true. But you were not a rod to measure them with!
Certainly, if they knew what you know, not to say what you might
have known, they would be ahead of you--out of sight ahead! but you
saw they were not growing--or growing so slowly that they had not
yet developed the idea of growing! they were even afraid of
growing!--You had never seen children remain children!"
"I would gladly have kept them from requiring any for that purpose!"
"No doubt you would--the aim of all stupid philanthropists! Why,
Mr. Vane, but for the weeping in it, your world would never have
become worth saving! You confess you thought it might be water they
wanted: why did not you dig them a well or two?"
"Not when the sounds of the waters under the earth entered your
ears?"
"I believe it did once. But I was afraid of the giants for them.
That was what made me bear so much from the brutes myself!"
"Indeed you almost taught the noble little creatures to be afraid
of the stupid Bags! While they fed and comforted and worshipped
you, all the time you submitted to be the slave of bestial men!
You gave the darlings a seeming coward for their hero! A worse
wrong you could hardly have done them. They gave you their hearts;
you owed them your soul!--You might by this time have made the Bags
hewers of wood and drawers of water to the Little Ones!"
"I fear what you say is true, Mr. Raven! But indeed I was afraid
that more knowledge might prove an injury to them--render them less
innocent, less lovely."
"They had given you no reason to harbour such a fear!"
"That is one of the pet falsehoods of your world! Is man's greatest
knowledge more than a little? or is it therefore dangerous? The
fancy that knowledge is in itself a great thing, would make any
degree of knowledge more dangerous than any amount of ignorance.
To know all things would not be greatness."
"At least it was for love of them, not from cowardice that I served
the giants!"
"Granted. But you ought to have served the Little Ones, not the
giants! You ought to have given the Little Ones water; then they
would soon have taught the giants their true position. In the
meantime you could yourself have made the giants cut down two-thirds
of their coarse fruit-trees to give room to the little delicate
ones! You lost your chance with the Lovers, Mr. Vane! You
speculated about them instead of helping them!"