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But even here the exuberant and barbaric fancy asserted itself. Thearena of the king was built, not to give the people an opportunityof hearing the rhapsodies of dying gladiators, nor to enable themto view the inevitable conclusion of a conflict between religiousopinions and hungry jaws, but for purposes far better adapted towiden and develop the mental energies of the people. This vastamphitheatre, with its encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults,and its unseen passages, was an agent of poetic justice, in whichcrime was punished. Or virtue rewarded, by the decrees of animpartial and incorruptible chance.

When a subject was accused of a crime of sufficient importance tointerest the king, public notice was given that on an appointed daythe fate of tile accused person would be decided in the king'sarena,--a structure which well deserved its name; for, although itsform and plan were borrowed -from afar, its purpose emanated solely

from the brain of this man, who, every barleycorn a king, knew notradition to which he owed more allegiance than pleased his fancy,and who ingrafted on every adopted form of human thought and actionthe rich growth of his barbaric idealism.

When all the people had assembled in the galleries, and the king,surrounded by his court, sat high up on his throne of royal stateon one side of the arena, he gave a signal, a door beneath himopened, and the accused subject stepped out into the amphitheatre.Directly opposite him, on the other side of the enclosed space,were two doors, exactly alike and side by side. It was the duty andthe privilege of the person on trial, to walk directly to thesedoors and open one of them. He could open either door he pleased:he was subject to no guidance or influence but that of theaforementioned impartial and incorruptible chance. If he opened theone, there came out of it a hungry tiger, the fiercest and mostcruel that could be procured, which immediately sprang upon him,and tore him to pieces, as a punishment for his guilt. The momentthat the case of the criminal was thus decided, doleful iron bellswere clanged, great wails went up from the hired mourners posted onthe outer rim of the arena, and the vast audience, with bowed headsand downcast hearts, wended slowly their homeward way, mourninggreatly that one so young and fair, or so old and respected, shouldhave merited so dire a fate.

But, if the accused person opened the other door, there came forthfrom it a lady, the most suitable to his years and station that hismajesty could select among his fair subjects; and to this lady hewas immediately married, as a reward of his innocence. It matterednot that he might already possess a wife and family, or that hisaffections might be engaged upon an object of his own selection:the king allowed no such subordinate arrangements to interfere withhis great scheme of retribution and reward. The exercises, as inthe other instance, took place immediately, and in the arena.Another door opened beneath the king, and a priest, followed by aband of choristers' and dancing maidens blowing joyous airs ongolden horns and treading an measure, advanced to where the pairstood side by side; and the wedding was promptly and cheerilysolemnized. Then the gay brass bells rang forth their merry peals,the people shouted glad hurrahs, and the innocent man, preceded bychildren strewing flowers on his path, led his bride to his home.

This was the king's semi-barbaric method of administering justice.Its perfect fairness is obvious. The criminal could not know out ofwhich door would come the lady: he opened either he pleased,without having the slightest idea whether, in the next instant, hewas to be devoured or married. On some occasions the tiger came outof one door, and on some out of the other. The decisions of thistribunal were not only fair, they were positively determinate: theaccused person was instantly punished if he found himself guilty;and, if innocent, he was rewarded on the spot, whether he liked itor not. There was no escape from the judgments or the king's arena.

The institution was a very popular one. When the people gatheredtogether on one of the great trial days, they never knew whetherthey were to witness a bloody slaughter or a hilarious wedding.This element of uncertainty lent an interest to the occasion whichit could not otherwise have attained. Thus, the masses wereentertained and pleased, and the thinking part of the communitycould bring no charge of unfairness against this plan; for did notthe accused person have the whole matter in his own hands?

This semi-barbaric king had a daughter as blooming as his mostflorid fancies, and with a soul as fervent and imperious as hisown. As is usual in such cases, she was the apple of his eye, andwas loved by him above all humanity. Among his courtiers was ayoung man of that fineness of blood and lowness of station commonto the conventional heroes of romance who love royal maidens. Thisroyal maiden was well satisfied with her lover, for he was handsomeand brave to a degree unsurpassed in all this kingdom; and sheloved him with an ardor that had enough of barbarism in it to makeit exceedingly warm and strong. This love affair moved on happilyfor many months, until one day the king happened to discover itsexistence. He did not hesitate nor waver in regard to his duty inthe premises. The youth was immediately cast into prison, and a daywas appointed for his trial in the king's arena. This, of course,was an especially important occasion; and his majesty, as well asall the people, was greatly interested in the workings anddevelopment of this trial.

Never before had such a case occurred; never before had a subjectdared to love the daughter of a king. In after-years such thingsbecame commonplace enough; but then they were, in no slight degree,novel and startling.

The tiger-cages of the kingdom were searched for the most savageand relentless beasts, from which the fiercest monster might beselected for the arena; and the ranks of maiden youth and beautythroughout the land were carefully surveyed by competent judges, inorder that ,he young man might have a fitting bride in case fatedid not determine for him a different destiny. Of course, everybodyknew that the deed with which the accused was charged had beendone. He had loved the princess, and neither he, she, nor any oneelse thought of denying the fact; but the king would not think ofallowing any fact of this kind to interfere with the workings ofthe tribunal, in which he took such great delight and satisfaction.No matter how the affair turned out, the youth would be disposedof; and the king would take an aesthetic pleasure in watching thecourse of events, which would determine whether or not the youngman had done wrong in allowing himself to love the princess.

The appointed day arrived. From far and near the people gathered,and thronged the great galleries of the arena; and crowds, unableto gain admittance, massed themselves against its outside walls.The king and his court were in their places, opposite the twindoors,--those fateful portals, so terrible in their similarity.

All was ready. The signal was given. A door beneath the royal partyopened, and the lover of the princess walked into the arena. Tall,beautiful, fair, his appearance was greeted with a low hum ofadmiration and anxiety. Half the audience had not known so grand ayouth had lived among them. No wonder the princess loved him! Whata terrible thing for him to be there!

As the youth advanced into the arena, he turned, as the custom was,to bow to the king: but he did not think at all of that royalpersonage; his eyes were fixed upon the princess, who sat to theright of her father. Had it not been for the moiety of barbarism inher nature, it is probable that lady would not have been there; buther intense and fervid soul would not allow her to be absent on anoccasion in which she was so terribly interested. From the momentthat the decree had gone forth, that her lover should decide hisfate in the king's arena, she had thought of nothing, night or day,but this great event and the various subjects connected with it.Possessed of more power, influence, and force of character than anyone who had ever before been interested in such a case, she haddone what no other person had done,--she had possessed herself ofthe secret of the doors. She knew in which of the two rooms, thatlay behind those doors, stood the cage of the tiger, with its openfront, and in which waited the lady. Through these thick doors,heavily curtained with skins on the inside, it was impossible thatany noise or suggestion should come from within to the person whoshould approach to raise the latch of one of them; but gold, andthe power of a woman's will, had brought the secret to theprincess.

And not only did she know in which room stood the lady ready toemerge, all blushing and radiant, should her door be opened, butshe knew who the lady was. It was one of tile fairest andlovelies-L of the damsels of the court who had been selected as thereward of the accused youth, should he be proved innocent of thecrime of aspiring to one so far above him; and the princess hatedher. Often had she seen, or imagined that she had seen, this faircreature throwing glances of admiration upon the person of herlover, and sometimes she thought these glances were perceived andeven returned. Now and then she had seen them talking together; itwas but for a moment or two, but much can be said in a brief space;it may have been on most unimportant topics, but how could she knowthat? The girl was lovely, but she had dared to raise her eyes tothe loved one of the princess; and, with all the intensity of thesavage blood transmitted to her through long lines of whollybarbaric ancestors, she hated the woman who blushed and trembledbehind that silent door.

When her lover turned and looked at her, and his eye met hers asshe sat there paler and whiter than any one in the vast ocean ofanxious faces about her, he saw, by that power of quick perceptionwhich is given to those whose souls are one, that she knew behindwhich door crouched the tiger, and behind which stood the lady. Hehad expected her to know it. He understood her nature, and his soulwas assured that she would never rest until she had made plain toherself this thing, hidden to all other lookers-on, even to theking. The only hope for the youth in which there was any element ofcertainty was based upon the success of the princess in discoveringthis mystery; and the moment he looked upon her, he saw she hadsucceeded, as in his soul he knew she would succeed.

Then it was that his quick and anxious glance asked the question:"Which?" It was as plain to her as if he shouted it from where hestood. There was not an instant to be lost. The question was askedin a Rash; it must be answered in another.

Her right arm lay on the cushioned parapet before her. She raisedher hand, and made a slight, quick movement toward the right. Noone but her lover saw her. Every eye but his was fixed on the manin the arena.

He turned, and. with a firm and rapid step he walked across theempty space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held,every eye was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightesthesitation, he went to the door on the right, and opened it.

Now, the point of the story is this: Did the tiger come out of thatdoor, or did the lady?

The more we reflect upon this question, the harder it is to answer.It involves a study of the human heart which leads us throughdevious mazes of passion, out of which it is difficult to find ourway. Think of it, fair reader, not as if the decision of thequestion depended upon yourself, but upon that hot-blooded,semi-barbaric princess, her soul at a white heat beneath thecombined fires of despair and jealousy. She had lost him, but whoshould have him?

How often, in her waking hours and in her dreams, had she startedin wild horror, and covered her face with her hands, as she thoughtof her lover opening the door on the other side of which waited thecruel fangs of the tiger!

But how much oftener had she seen him at the other door! How in hergrievous reveries had she gnashed her teeth, and torn her hair,when she saw his start of rapturous delight as he opened the doorof the lady! How her soul had burned in agony when she had seen himrush to meet that woman, with her flushing cheek and sparkling eveof triumph; when she had seen him lead her forth, his whole framekindled with the joy of recovered life; when she had heard the gladshouts from the multitude, and the wild ringing of the happy bells;when she had seen the priest, with his joyous followers, advance tothe couple, and make them man and wife before her very eyes; andwhen she had seen them walk away together upon their path offlowers, followed by the tremendous shouts of the hilariousmultitude, in which her one despairing shriek was lost and drowned!

Would it not be better for him to die at once, and go to wait forher in the blessed regions of semi-barbaric futurity?

And yet, that awful tiger, those shrieks, that blood!

Her decision had been indicated in an instant, but it had been madeafter days and nights of anguished deliberation. She had known shewould be asked, she had decided what she would answer, and, withoutthe slightest hesitation, she had moved her hand to the right.

The question of her decision is one not to be lightly considered,and it is not for me to presume to set myself up as the one personable to answer it. And so I leave it with all ow you: Which cameout of the opened door,--the lady, or the tiger?