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of the Mess?
When they rose from table, when they got up from the earth, and the frying-pan was slung on Morano's
back, adding grease to the mere surface of his coat whose texture could hold no more, they pushed on briskly for
they saw no sign of houses, unless what Rodriguez saw now dimly above a ravine were indeed a house in the
mountains.
They had walked from eight till noon without any loitering. They must have done fifteen miles since the
mountains were pale blue. And now, every mile they went, on the most awful of the dark ridges the object
Rodriguez saw seemed more and more like a house. Yet neither then, nor as they drew still nearer, nor when
they saw it close, nor looking back on it after years, did it somehow seem quite right. And Morano sometimes
crossed himself as he looked at it, and said nothing.
Rodriguez, as they walked ceaselessly through the afternoon, seeing his servant show some sign of weariness,
which comes not to youth, pointed out the house looking nearer than it really was on the mountain, and told him
that he should find there straw, and they would sup and stay the night. Afterwards, when the strange
appearance of the house, varying with different angles, filled him with curious forebodings, Rodriguez would make
no admission to his servant, but held to the plan he had announced, and so approached the queer roofs,
neglecting the friendly stars.
Through the afternoon the two travellers pushed on mostly in silence, for the glances that house seemed to
give him from the edge of its perilous ridge, had driven the mirth from Rodriguez and had even checked the
garrulity on the lips of the tougher Morano, if garrulity can be ascribed to him whose words seldom welled up
unless some simple philosophy troubled his deeps. The house seemed indeed to glance at him, for as their road
wound on, the house showed different aspects, different walls and edges of walls, and different curious roofs; all
these walls seemed to peer at him. One after another they peered, new ones glided imperceptibly into sight as
though to say, We see too.
The mountains were not before them but a little to the right of their path, until new ones appeared ahead of
them like giants arising from sleep, and then their path seemed blocked as though by a mighty wall against which
its feeble wanderings went in vain. In the end it turned a bit to its right and went straight for a dark mountain,
where a wild track seemed to come down out of the rocks to meet it, and upon this track looked down that
sinister house. Had you been there, my reader, you would have said, any of us had said, Why not choose some
other house? There were no other houses. He who dwelt on the edge of the ravine that ran into that dark
mountain was wholly without neighbours.
And evening came, and still they were far from the mountain.
The sun set on their left. But it was in the eastern sky that the greater splendour was; for the low rays
streaming across lit up some stormy clouds that were brooding behind the mountain and turned their gloomy
forms to an astounding purple.
And after this their road began to rise toward the ridges. The mountains darkened and the sinister house was
about to emerge with their shadows, when he who dwelt there lit candles.
The act astonished the wayfarers. All through half the day they had seen the house, until it seemed part of
the mountains; evil it seemed like their ridges, that were black and bleak and forbidding, and strange it seemed
with a strangeness that moved no fears they could name, yet it seemed inactive as night.
Now lights appeared showing that someone moved. Window after window showed to the bare dark mountain
its gleaming yellow glare; there in the night the house forsook the dark rocks that seemed kin to it, by glowing as
they could never glow, by doing what the beasts that haunted them could not do: this was the lair of man. Here
was the light of flame but the rocks remained dark and cold as the wind of night that went over them, he who
dwelt now with the lights had forsaken the rocks, his neighbours.
And, when all were lit, one light high in a tower shone green. These lights appearing out of the mountain thus
seemed to speak to Rodriguez and to tell him nothing. And Morano wondered, as he seldom troubled to do.
They pushed on up the steepening path.
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