Presently a swooning fragrance came drifting to her through the trees, almost too sweet to enjoy, and she heard a small voice piping excitedly: “Lilith…Air and Darkness—He won’t like it! Michael ought to know—”
Lilith smiled and stepped clear of the trees into the full, soft glow of Eden’s sun. It did not touch the shadow that dimly veiled the pale contours of this newest shape in Eden. Once or twice that intangible breeze lifted her hair in a great, dim cloud about her, though no leaves moved. She stood quiet, staring across the glade, and as she stared she felt the first small tremor of distrust in this new flesh she wore.
For on a grassy bank in the sunlight, under the blossoming orange trees, lay Adam. And the trees and the flowers of Eden had seemed beautiful to the eyes of this body Lilith wore, and the breezes and the perfumes had delighted it—but here was flawless perfection newly shaped out of the warm red earth of Eden into the image of its Maker, and the sight of him frightened Lilith because it pleased her so. She did not trust a beauty that brought her to a standstill under the trees, not quite certain why she had stopped.
He sprawled in long-limbed magnificence on the grass, laughing up at the cherub with his curly yellow head thrown back. Every line of him and every motion had a splendid male beauty as perfect as Omnipotence could make it. Though he wore no clothing he was no more naked than she, for there was a curious glow all about him, a garment of subtle glory that clothed him as if with an all-enveloping halo.
The cherub danced excitedly up and down in the air above him, shrilling:
“She shouldn’t be here! You know she shouldn’t! She’s evil, that’s what she is! God won’t like it! She—” Then above Adam’s head he caught Lilith’s eye, gulped a time or two, piped one last admonishing, “Better watch out!” and fluttered away among the leaves, looking back over one wing as he flew.
Adam’s gaze followed the cherub’s. The laughter faded from his face and he got up slowly, the long, smooth muscles sliding beautifully under his garment of subtle glory as he moved. He was utter perfection in everything he did, flawless, new-made at the hands of God. He came toward her slowly, a shining wonder on his face.
Lilith stared at him distrustfully. The other glories of the Garden had pleased her abstractly, in a way that left her mistress of herself. But here was something she did not understand at all. The eternal Lilith looked out, bewildered, through the eyes of a body that found something strange and wonderful in Adam. She laid a hand on the upper part of that body which rose and fell with her breathing, and felt something beating strongly beneath the smooth, curved surface of the stuff called flesh.
Adam came toward her slowly. They met in the middle of the glade, and for a long moment neither spoke. Then Adam said in a marveling voice, resonant and deep:
“You…you’re just as I knew you’d be—I knew you’d be somewhere, if I could only find you. Where were you hiding?”
With an effort Lilith mastered this odd, swimming warmth in her which she did not understand. After all, he was nothing but a certain limited awareness housed in newly shaped flesh, and it made no real difference at all what shape that flesh wore. Her business was too dangerous for her to linger here admiring him because by some accident he was pleasing to the eyes of her newly acquired body. She made her voice like honey in her throat and looked up at him under her lashes, crooning:
“I wasn’t here at all, until you thought of me.”
“Until I—” Adam’s golden brows met.
“God made you in His image,” said Lilith, fluttering the lashes. “There’s so much of God in you still—didn’t you know you could create, too, if you desired strongly enough?”
She remembered that deep need of his pulsing out and out in great, demanding waves from the Garden, and how it had seemed a call addressed to her alone. She had delighted as she yielded to it, deliberately subordinating her will to the will of the unseen caller in the Garden. She had let it draw her down out of the swimming void, let it mold flesh around her in the shape it chose, until all her being was incased in the strange, soft, yielding substance which was proving so treacherously responsive to the things she was encountering in Eden.
Adam shook his curly head uncomprehendingly. “You weren’t here. I couldn’t find you,” he repeated, as if he had not heard her. “I watched all day among the animals, and they were all in twos but Man. I knew you must be somewhere. I knew just how you’d look. I thought I’d call you Eve when I found you—Eve, the Mother of All Living. Do you like it?”
“It’s a good name,” murmured Lilith, coming nearer to him, “but not for me. I’m Lilith, who came out of the dark because you needed me.” She smiled a heady smile at him, and the shadowy garment drew thin across her shoulders as she lifted her arms. Adam seemed a little uncertain about what to do with his own arms as she clasped her hands behind his neck and tiptoed a little, lifting her face.
“Lilith?” he echoed in a bemused voice. “I like the sound. What does it mean?”
“Never mind,” she crooned in her sweetest voice. “I came because you wanted me.” And then, in a murmur: “Bend your head, Adam. I want to show you something—”
It was the first kiss in Eden. When it was over, Lilith opened her eyes and looked up at Adam aghast, so deeply moved by the pleasantness of that kiss that she could scarcely remember the purpose that had prompted it. Adam blinked dizzily down at her. He had found what to do with his arms. He stammered, still in that bemused voice:
“Thank God, you did come! I wish He could have sent you sooner. We—”
Lilith recovered herself enough to murmur gently: “Don’t you understand, dear? God didn’t send me. It was you, yourself, waiting and wanting me, that let me take shape out of…never mind…and come to you in the body you pictured for me, because I knew what wonderful things we could accomplish here in Eden, together. You’re God’s own image, and you have greater powers than you know, Adam.” The tremendous idea that had come to her in the ether when she first heard his soundless call glowed in her voice. “There’s no limit to what we could do here, together! Greater things than even God ever dreamed—”
“You’re so pretty,” interrupted Adam, smiling down at her with his disarming, empty smile. “I’m so glad you came—”
Lilith let the rest of her eagerness run out in a long sigh. It was no use trying to talk to him now. He was too new. Powerful with a godlike power, yes, but unaware of it—unaware even of himself as an individual being. He had not tasted the Fruit of Knowledge and his innocence was as flawless as his beauty. Nothing was in his mind, or could be, that God had not put there at his shaping from the warm earth of Eden.
And perhaps it was best, after all. Adam was too close to godhood to see eye to eye with her in all she might want to do. If he never tasted knowledge, then he would ask no questions—and so he must never touch the Tree.
The Tree—It reminded her that Eden was still a testing ground, not a finished creation. She thought she knew now what the flaw in man had been which made it possible for Lilith, of all the creatures of ether, to stand here at the very focus of all the power and beauty and innocence in Eden. Lilith, who was evil incarnate and knew it very well. God had made Adam incomplete, and not, perhaps, realized the flaw. And out of Adam’s need Adam himself had created woman—who was not complete either. Lilith realized it suddenly, and began to understand the depth of her reaction to this magnificent creature who still held her in his arms.
There was an idea somewhere back of all this which was immensely important, but her mind would not pursue it. Her mind kept sliding off the question to dwell cloudily on the Man upon whose shoulder she was leaning. What curious stuff this flesh was! While she wore it, not even the absorbing question of God’s purpose, not even her own peril here, could quite obliterate the knowledge of Adam’s presence, his arm about her. Values had changed in a frightening way, and the most frightening thing of all was that she did not care. She laid her head back on his shoulder and inhaled the honey
ed perfume of the orange blossoms, futilely reminding herself that she was dangerously wasting time. At any moment God might look down and see her, and there was so much to be done before that happened. She must master this delicious fogging of the senses whenever Adam’s arm tightened about her. The Garden must be fortified, and she must begin now.
Sighing, she laced her fingers through Adam’s and crooned in the softest voice:
“I want to see the Garden. Won’t you show it to me?”
His voice was warm as he answered:
“I want to! I hoped you’d ask me that. It’s such a wonderful place.”
A cherub fluttered across the valley as they strolled eastward, and paused on beating wings to frown down at them.
“Wait till He looks down,” he piped. “Just wait, that’s all!” Adam laughed, and the cherub clucked disapprovingly and fluttered off, shaking his head.
Lilith, leaning on Adam’s shoulder, laughed, too. She was glad that he could not understand the cherub’s warnings, deaf in the perfection of his innocence. So long as she could prevent it he would never taste that Fruit. The knowledge of evil was not in him and it must never be. For she was herself, as she realized well, the essence of abstract evil as opposed to abstract good—balancing it, making it possible. Her part was as necessary as God’s in the scheme of creation, for light cannot exist without dark, nor positive without negative, nor good without evil.
Yet she did not feel in the least evil just now. There was no antagonism at all between her negation and the strong positive innocence of the man beside her.
“Look,” said Adam, sweeping a long-armed gesture. A low hillside lay before them, starry with flowers except for a scar in its side where the raw, bare earth of Eden showed through. The scar was already healing over with a faint mist of green. “That’s where I was made,” said Adam softly. “Right out of that hillside. Does it seem rather…rather wonderful to you, Lilith?”
“If it does to you,” she crooned, and meant it. “Why?”
“The animals don’t seem to understand. I hoped you would. It’s as if the…the whole Garden were part of me. If there are other men, do you suppose they’ll love the earth like this, Lilith, for its own sake? Do you think they’ll have this same feeling about the place where they were born? Will one certain hill or valley be almost one flesh with theirs, so that they’d sicken away from it and fight and die if they had to, to keep it—as I think I would? Do you feel it, too?”
The air went pulsing past them, sweet with the music of the seraphim, while Lilith looked out over the valley that had brought Adam to birth. She was trying hard, but she could not quite grasp that passionate identification with the earth of Eden which beat like blood through Adam’s veins.
“Eden is you,” she murmured. “I can understand that. You mustn’t ever leave it.”
“Leave it?” laughed Adam. “Where else is there? Eden belongs to us forever—and you belong to me.”
Lilith let herself relax delightfully against his shoulder, knowing suddenly that she loved this irresponsible, dangerous flesh even while she distrusted it. And—
Something was wrong. The sudden awareness of it chilled her and she glanced uneasily about, but it was several minutes before her fleshbound senses located the wrongness. Then she put her head back and stared up through the trees with puckered brows.
“What is it?” Adam smiled down at her. “Angels? They go over quite often, you know.”
Lilith did not answer. She was listening hard. Until now all Eden had echoed faintly and sweetly with the chanting of seraphim about the Throne. But now the sounds that sifted down through the bright, translucent air were not carols of praise. There was trouble in heaven. She could hear faraway shouts in great, ringing, golden voices from infinitely high above, the clash and hiss of flaming swords, and now and again a crash as if part of the very walls of heaven had crumbled inward under some unimaginable onslaught.
It was hard to believe—but there was war in heaven.
A wave of relief went delightfully through Lilith. Good—let them fight. She smiled to herself and snuggled closer to Adam’s side. The trouble, whatever it might be, would keep God’s attention distracted a while longer from what went on in Eden, and she was devoutly grateful for that. She needed this respite. She had awhile longer, then, to accustom herself to the vagaries of this strange body, and to the strange reaction Adam was causing, before the war was over in heaven and war began in Eden between Lilith and God.
A shudder of terror and anticipation went over her again as she thought of that. She was not sure God could destroy her if He would, for she was a creature of the darkness beyond His light and her existence was necessary to the structure he was rearing in heaven and upon earth. Without the existence of such as Lilith, the balance of creation might tip over. No, God would not—perhaps could not—destroy her, but He could punish very terribly.
This flesh, for instance. It was so soft, so perishable. She was aware of a definite cleavage between the mind and the body that housed it. Perhaps God had been wise in choosing this fragile container instead of some imperishable substance into which to pour all the innocence, the power that was Adam. It was dangerous to trust such power in an independent body—as Lilith meant to prove to God if her plan went well. But it was no part of that plan—now—to have an angered God destroy His fleshly image.
She must think of some way to prevent it. Presently she would waken out of this warm, delightful fog that persisted so long as Adam’s arm was about her, but there was no hurry yet. Not while war raged in heaven. She had never known a mood like this before, when cloudy emotions moved like smoke through her mind and nothing in creation had real significance except this magnificent male upon whose shoulder she leaned.
Then Adam looked down at her and smiled, and all the noises of war above blanked out as if they had never been. The Garden, half sentient, stirred uneasily from grass roots to treetops in response to those ringing battle shouts from above; but the Man and the woman did not even hear.
Time was nothing. Imperceptibly it passed, and presently a soft green twilight deepened over Eden. Adam and Lilith paused after a while on a mossy bank above a stream that tinkled over stones. Sitting with her head on Adam’s shoulder and listening to the sound of the water, Lilith remembered how lightly life was rooted in this flesh of theirs.
“Adam,” she murmured, “awhile ago you mentioned dying. Do you know about death?”
“Death?” said Adam comfortably. “I don’t remember. I think I never heard of it.”
“I hope,” she said, “that you never will. It would mean leaving, Eden, you know.”
His arm went rigid around her. “I couldn’t! I wouldn’t!”
“You’re not immortal, dear. It could happen, unless—”
“Unless what? Tell me!”
“If there were a Tree of Life,” she said slowly, measuring her words, “a Tree whose fruit would give you immortality as the fruit of that other Tree would give you knowledge, then I think not even God could drive you out of Eden.”
“A Tree of Life—” he echoed softly. “What would it be like?”
Lilith closed her eyes. “A dark Tree, I think,” she answered, almost in a whisper. “Dark limbs, dark leaves—pale, shining fruit hanging among them like lanterns. Can’t you see it?”
Adam was silent. She glanced up at him. His eyes were shut and a look of intense longing was on his face in the twilight. There was silence about them for a long while. Presently she felt the tenseness of his body slacken beside her. He breathed out in a long sigh.
“I think there is a Tree of Life,” he said. “I think it’s in the center of the Garden near the other Tree. I’m sure it’s there. The fruit are pale, just as you thought. They send out a light like moonlight in the dark. Tomorrow we’ll taste them.”
And Lilith relaxed against his shoulder with a sigh of her own. Tomorrow he would be immortal, like herself. She listened anxiously, and still heard the faraway ba
ttle cries of the seraphim echoing through the sky. War in heaven and peace on earth—
Through the deepening twilight of Eden no sound came except the music of the water and, somewhere off through the trees, a crooning lullaby in a tiny, piping voice as some cherub sang himself to sleep. Somewhere nearer other small voices squabbled drowsily a while, then fell silent. The most delightful lassitude was stealing over Lilith’s body. She turned her cheek against Adam’s shoulder and felt that cloudy fogging of the senses which she was coming to know so well—close like water above her head. And the evening and the morning were the eighth day.
Lilith woke first. Birds were singing gloriously, and as she lay there on Adam’s shoulder a cherub flashed across the stream on dazzling wings, caroling at the top of his piping voice. He did not see them. The pleasant delirium of a spring morning filled the whole wakening Garden, and Lilith sat up with a smile. Adam scarcely stirred. Lilith looked down at him with a glow of tenderness that alarmed her. She was coming to identify herself with Adam, as Adam was one with the Garden—this flesh was a treacherous thing.
Suddenly, blindingly, she knew that. Terror of what it was doing to the entity which was Lilith rolled over her in a great wave, and without thinking, almost without realizing what she did, she sprang up and out of the flesh that was betraying her. Up, up through the crystal morning she sprang, impalpable as the air around her. Up and up until the Adam that flesh had valued too highly was invisible, and the very treetops that hid him were a feathery green blur and she could see the walls that closed the Garden in, the rivers running out of it like four great blades of silver in the morning sun.
Beside the sleeping Adam nothing was left but the faintest blur of a woman shape, wrapped in shadow that made it almost invisible against the moss. The eye could scarcely have made it out there under the trees.
Lilith swam delightfully through the bright, still emptiness of the early morning. From here she could hear quite clearly the strong hosannahs of the seraphim pouring out in mighty golden choruses over the jasper walls. Whatever trouble had raged in heaven yesterday, today it was resolved. She scarcely troubled her mind about it.
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