CHAPTER IV.
THE LODGE OF THE INVISIBLES.
"You do not know me, brothers," said the stranger, when Billet hadnodded and Pitou smiled condescendingly, "but I know you both. You areCaptain Pitou, and you, Farmer Billet. Why are you so gloomy? because,though you were the first to enter the Bastile, they have forgotten tohang at your buttonhole the medal for the Conquerors of the Bastile andto do you the honors accorded to others this day?"
"Did you really know me, brother," replied the farmer with scorn, "youwould know that such trifles do not affect a heart like mine."
"Is it because you found your fields unproductive when you returned homein October?"
"I am rich--a harvest lost little worries me."
"Then, it must be," said the stranger, looking him hard in the face,"that something has happened to your daughter Catherine----"
"Silence," said the farmer, clutching the speaker's arm, "let us notspeak of that matter."
"Why not if I speak in order that you may be revenged?"
"Then that is another thing--speak of it," said the other, turning palebut smiling at the same time.
Pitou thought no more of eating or drinking, but stared at their newacquaintance as at a wizard.
"But what do you understand by revenge?" went on he with a smile: "tellme. In a paltry manner, by killing one individual, as you tried to do?"
Billet blanched like a corpse: Pitou shuddered all over.
"Or by pursuing a whole class?"
"By hunting down a whole caste," said Billet, "for of such are thecrimes of all his like. When I mourned before my friend Dr. Gilbert,he said: 'Poor Billet, what has befallen you has already happened to ahundred thousand fathers; what would the young noblemen have in the wayof pastime if they did not steal away the poor man's daughter, and theold ones steal away the King's money?'"
"Oh, Gilbert said that, did he?"
"Do you know him?"
"I know all men," replied the stranger, smiling: "as I know you two, andViscount Charny, Isidore, Lord of Boursonnes; as I know Catherine, theprettiest girl of the county."
"I bade you not speak her name, for she is no more--she is dead."
"Why, no, Father Billet," broke in Pitou, "for she----"
He was no doubt going to say that he saw her daily, but the farmerrepeated in a voice admitting of no reply,
"She is dead."
Pitou hung his head for he understood.
"Ha, ha," said the stranger: "if I were my friend Diogenes, I shouldput out my lantern, for I believe I have found an honest man." Rising,he offered his arms to Billet, saying: "Brother, come and take a strollwith me, while this good fellow finishes the eatables."
"Willingly," returned Billet, "for I begin to understand to what feastyou invite me. Wait for me here," he added to his friend; "I shallreturn."
The stranger seemed to know the gastronomical taste of Pitou for he sentby the waiter some more delicacies, which he was still discussing, whilewondering, when Billet reappeared. His brow was illumined with somethinglike pleasure.
"Anything new, Father Billet?" asked the captain.
"Only that you will start for home to-morrow while I remain."
This is what Billet remained for.
A week after, he might have been seen, in the dress of a well-to-dofarmer, in Plastriere Street. Two thirds up the thoroughfare was blockedby a crowd around a ballad singer with a fiddler to accompany him, whowas singing a lampoon at the characters of the day.
Billet paused only an instant to listen to the strain, in which, fromthe Assembly being on the site of the old Horse-training ground, theattributes of horses were given to the members, as "the Roarer," toMirabeau, etc.
Slipping in at an alleyway at the back of the throng, he came to a lowdoorway, over which was scrawled in red chalk--symbols effaced each timeof usage:
"L. P. D."
This was the way down into a subterranean passage. Billet could not readbut he may have understood that these letters were a token, He took theunderground road with boldness.
At its end a pale light glimmered, by which a seated man was reading orpretending to read a newspaper, as is the custom of the Paris janitor ofan evening.
At the sound of steps he got up and with a finger touching his breastwaited. Billet presented his forefinger bent and laid it like the ringof a padlock on his lips. This was probably the sign of recognitionexpected by the door-guard, for he opened a door on his right which waswholly invisible when shut, and pointed out to the adventurer a narrowand steep flight of steps going down into the earth.
When Billet entered, the door shut behind him swiftly and silently. Hecounted seventeen steps, and though he was not talkative could not helpsaying: "Good, I am going right."
Before a door floated tapestry: he went straight to it, lifted it andwas within a large circular hall where some fifty persons were gathered.The walls were hung with red and white cloth, on which were traced theSquare, the Compass and the Level. A single lamp, hung from the centerof the ceiling, cast a wan light insufficient to define those whopreferred to stand out of its direct beams.
A rostrum up which four steps led, awaited orators or new members, andon this platform, next the wall, a desk and chair stood for thechairman.
In a few minutes the hall filled so that there was no moving about.The men were of all conditions and sorts from the peasant to theprince, arriving like Billet solitarily, and standing wherever theyliked, without knowing or being known to each other. Each wore underhis overcoat the masonic apron if only a mason, or the scarf of theIlluminati, if affiliated to the Grand Mystery. Only three restrictedthemselves to the masonic apron.
One was Billet; another a young man, and the third a man of forty-twowho appeared by his bearing to belong to the highest upper class.
Some seconds after he had arrived, though no more noticed than themeanest, a second panel opened and the chairman appeared, wearing theinsignia of the Grand Orient and the Grand Copt.
Billet uttered faintly his astonishment, for the Master was the man whohad accosted him at the Bastile.
He mounted the dais and turning to the assembly, said:
"Brothers, we have two pieces of business to do this day: I have toreceive three new candidates; and I have to render account of how theWork has gone on: for as it grows harder and harder, it is meet thatyou should know if I am ever worthy of your trust and that I shouldknow if I still deserve it. It is only by receiving light from you andimparting it that I can walk in the dark way. Let the chiefs alone stayin the lodge to receive or reject the applicants. They dealt with, allare to return into session, from the first to the last, for it is in thepresence of all and not only within the Supreme Circle, I wish to laybare my conduct and receive censure or ask for recompense."
At these words a door flew open opposite that he had come in by; vastvaulted depths were beheld, as the crypt of an ancient basilica.
The arcades were feebly lighted by brass lamps hung so as to makedarkness visible.
Only three remained, the novices. Chance fixed it that they should bestanding up by the wall at nearly regular distances. They looked at eachother with astonishment, only thus and now learning that they were theheroes of the occasion.
At this instant the door by which the chairman had come, opened to admitsix masked men who came to place themselves beside the Master, three oneach hand.
"Let Numbers Two and Three disappear for the time," said the Master;"none but the supreme chiefs must know the secrets of the reception orrefusal of a would-be mason in the Order of the Illuminated."
The young man and the high-born one retired by the lobby by which theyhad come, leaving Billet alone.
"Draw nearer," said the chairman. "What is your name among the profane?"he demanded when obeyed.
"Francois Billet, and it is Strength, among the elect."
"Where did you first see the Light?"
"In the lodge of the Soissons Friends of Truth."
"How old are you?"<
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"Seven years," replied Billet, making the sign to show what rank he hadattained in the order.
"Why do you want to rise a step and be received among us?"
"Because I am told that it is a step nearer the Universal Light."
"Have you supporters?"
"I have no one to speak for me save him who came to me and offered tohave me welcomed." He looked fixedly at the chairman.
"With what feelings would you walk in the way which we may open untoyou?"
"With hate of the powerful and love for equality."
"What answers for these feelings?"
"The pledge of a man who has never broken his word."
"What inspired your wish for equality?"
"The inferior condition in which I was born."
"What the hatred of those above you?"
"That is my secret; yet it is known to you; why do you want me to sayaloud what I hesitate to say in a whisper to myself?"
"Will you walk in the way to Equality and with you lead all those whomyou can control?"
"Yes."
"As far as your will and strength can go, will you overthrow allobstacles opposing the freedom of France and the emancipation of theworld?"
"I will."
"Are you free from any anterior engagement or if made will you break itif contrary to this new pledge?"
"I am ready."
Turning to the chiefs, the Master said:
"Brothers, this man speaks the truth. I invited him to be one of ours. Agreat grief binds him to our cause by the ties of hatred. He has alreadydone much for the Revolution and may do more. I propose him, and answerfor him in the past, the present and the future."
"Receive him," said all the six.
The presiding officer raised his hand and said in a slow and solemnvoice:
"In the name of the Architect of the Universe, swear to break all carnalbonds still binding you to parents, sister, brother, wife, kinsmen,mistress, kings, benefactors, and to whomsoever you have promised faith,obedience, service or gratitude."
Billet repeated in a voice as firm as the speaker's.
"Good! henceforth you are freed from the so-called oath of allegiancemade to the country and the laws. Swear therefore to reveal to your newchief what you see and do, hear or learn, read or divine, and moreoverto seek out and find which is not offered to the sight."
"I swear," said Billet.
"Swear to honor and respect steel, fire and poison as sure and promptmeans necessary to purge the world by the death of those who try tolessen truth or snatch it from our hands.
"Swear to avoid Naples, Rome, Spain and all accursed places. To shun thetemptation of revealing anything seen and heard in our meetings, for thelightning is not swifter to strike than our invisible and inevitableknife, wherever you may hide. And now, live in the Name of the Three!"
A brother hidden in the crypt, opened the door where the inferiormembers were strolling till the initiation was over. The Master wavedBillet to go there, and, bowing, he went to join those whom the dreadfulwords he had uttered made his associates.
The second candidate was the famous St. Just, the Revolutionist whomRobespierre sent to the guillotine. He was initiated in the same termsas Billet and similarly joined the band.
The third candidate was Louis Philippe, Duke of Orleans whom hatredof his relatives had induced to take this step to have the aid ofpowerful partners in his attempt to seize the throne. He was alreadyat the degree of Rose-Croix. He took the oath which was administeredin a different order from before in order to test him at the outset,and instead of saying, Yes, he repeated the very words of the sectionbinding him to break all ties, of affection or allegiance to royalty.
When he darted into the crypt he exclaimed:
"At last I shall have my revenge!"
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