The Country of the Blind, and Other Stories

  XXII.

  A VISION OF JUDGMENT.

  I.

  Bru-a-a-a.

  I listened, not understanding.

  Wa-ra-ra-ra.

  "Good Lord!" said I, still only half awake. "What an infernal shindy!"

  Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ta-ra-rra-ra.

  "It's enough," said I, "to wake----" and stopped short. Where was I?

  Ta-rra-rara--louder and louder.

  "It's either some new invention----"

  Toora-toora-toora! Deafening!

  "No," said I, speaking loud in order to hear myself. "That's the LastTrump."

  Tooo-rraa!

  II.

  The last note jerked me out of my grave like a hooked minnow.

  I saw my monument (rather a mean little affair, and I wished I knew who'ddone it), and the old elm tree and the sea view vanished like a puff ofsteam, and then all about me--a multitude no man could number, nations,tongues, kingdoms, peoples--children of all the ages, in an amphitheatralspace as vast as the sky. And over against us, seated on a throne ofdazzling white cloud, the Lord God and all the host of his angels. Irecognised Azrael by his darkness and Michael by his sword, and the greatangel who had blown the trumpet stood with the trumpet still half raised.

  III.

  "Prompt," said the little man beside me. "Very prompt. Do you see theangel with the book?"

  He was ducking and craning his head about to see over and under andbetween the souls that crowded round us. "Everybody's here," he said."Everybody. And now we shall know--

  "There's Darwin," he said, going off at a tangent. "_He'll_ catch it!And there--you see?--that tall, important-looking man trying to catch theeye of the Lord God, that's the Duke. But there's a lot of people onedoesn't know.

  "Oh! there's Priggles, the publisher. I have always wondered aboutprinters' overs. Priggles was a clever man ... But we shall know now--evenabout him.

  "I shall hear all that. I shall get most of the fun before ... _My_letter's S."

  He drew the air in between his teeth.

  "Historical characters, too. See? That's Henry the Eighth. There'll be agood bit of evidence. Oh, damn! He's Tudor."

  He lowered his voice. "Notice this chap, just in front of us, all coveredwith hair. Paleolithic, you know. And there again--"

  But I did not heed him, because I was looking at the Lord God.

  IV.

  "Is this _all_?" asked the Lord God.

  The angel at the book--it was one of countless volumes, like the BritishMuseum Reading-room Catalogue, glanced at us and seemed to count us in theinstant.

  "That's all," he said, and added: "It was, O God, a very little planet."

  The eyes of God surveyed us.

  "Let us begin," said the Lord God.

  V.

  The angel opened the book and read a name. It was a name full of A's, andthe echoes of it came back out of the uttermost parts of space. I did notcatch it clearly, because the little man beside me said, in a sharp jerk,"_What's_ that?" It sounded like "Ahab" to me; but it could not havebeen the Ahab of Scripture.

  Instantly a small black figure was lifted up to a puffy cloud at the veryfeet of God. It was a stiff little figure, dressed in rich outlandishrobes and crowned, and it folded its arms and scowled.

  "Well?" said God, looking down at him.

  We were privileged to hear the reply, and indeed the acoustic propertiesof the place were marvellous.

  "I plead guilty," said the little figure.

  "Tell them what you have done," said the Lord God.

  "I was a king," said the little figure, "a great king, and I was lustfuland proud and cruel. I made wars, I devastated countries, I built palaces,and the mortar was the blood of men. Hear, O God, the witnesses againstme, calling to you for vengeance. Hundreds and thousands of witnesses." Hewaved his hands towards us. "And worse! I took a prophet--one of yourprophets----"

  "One of my prophets," said the Lord God.

  "And because he would not bow to me, I tortured him for four days andnights, and in the end he died. I did more, O God, I blasphemed. I robbedyou of your honours----"

  "Robbed me of my honours," said the Lord God.

  "I caused myself to be worshipped in your stead. No evil was there but Ipractised it; no cruelty wherewith I did not stain my soul. And at lastyou smote me, O God!"

  God raised his eyebrows slightly.

  "And I was slain in battle. And so I stand before you, meet for yournethermost Hell! Out of your greatness daring no lies, daring no pleas,but telling the truth of my iniquities before all mankind."

  He ceased. His face I saw distinctly, and it seemed to me white andterrible and proud and strangely noble. I thought of Milton's Satan.

  "Most of that is from the Obelisk," said the Recording Angel, finger onpage.

  "It is," said the Tyrannous Man, with a faint touch of surprise.

  Then suddenly God bent forward and took this man in his hand, and held himup on his palm as if to see him better. He was just a little dark strokein the middle of God's palm.

  "_Did_ he do all this?" said the Lord God.

  The Recording Angel flattened his book with his hand.

  "In a way," said the Recording Angel, carelessly. Now when I looked againat the little man his face had changed in a very curious manner. He waslooking at the Recording Angel with a strange apprehension in his eyes,and one hand fluttered to his mouth. Just the movement of a muscle or so,and all that dignity of defiance was gone.

  "Read," said the Lord God.

  And the angel read, explaining very carefully and fully all the wickednessof the Wicked Man. It was quite an intellectual treat.--A little "daring"in places, I thought, but of course Heaven has its privileges...

  VI.

  Everybody was laughing. Even the prophet of the Lord whom the Wicked Manhad tortured had a smile on his face. The Wicked Man was really such apreposterous little fellow.

  "And then," read the Recording Angel, with a smile that set us all agog,"one day, when he was a little irascible from over-eating, he--"

  "Oh, not _that_," cried the Wicked Man, "nobody knew of _that_.

  "It didn't happen," screamed the Wicked Man. "I was bad--I was really bad.Frequently bad, but there was nothing so silly--so absolutely silly--"

  The angel went on reading.

  "O God!" cried the Wicked Man. "Don't let them know that! I'll repent!I'll apologise..."

  The Wicked Man on God's hand began to dance and weep. Suddenly shameovercame him. He made a wild rush to jump off the ball of God's littlefinger, but God stopped him by a dexterous turn of the wrist. Then he madea rush for the gap between hand and thumb, but the thumb closed. And allthe while the angel went on reading--reading. The Wicked Man rushed to andfro across God's palm, and then suddenly turned about and fled up thesleeve of God.

  I expected God would turn him out, but the mercy of God is infinite.

  The Recording Angel paused.

  "Eh?" said the Recording Angel.

  "Next," said God, and before the Recording Angel could call the name ahairy creature in filthy rags stood upon God's palm.

  VII.

  "Has God got Hell up his sleeve then?" said the little man beside me.

  "_Is_ there a Hell?" I asked.

  "If you notice," he said--he peered between the feet of the great angels--"there's no particular indication of a Celestial City."

  "'Ssh!" said a little woman near us, scowling. "Hear this blessed Saint!"

  VIII.

  "He was Lord of the Earth, but I was the prophet of the God of Heaven,"cried the Saint, "and all the people marvelled at the sign. For I, O God,knew of the glories of thy Paradise. No pain, no hardship, gashing withknives, splinters thrust under my nails, strips of flesh flayed off, allfor the glory and honour of God."

  God smiled.

  "And at last I went, I in my rags and sores, smelling of my holydiscomforts----"

  Gabriel laughed abruptly.

  "And lay outside his g
ates, as a sign, as a wonder----"

  "As a perfect nuisance," said the Recording Angel, and began to read,heedless of the fact that the saint was still speaking of the gloriouslyunpleasant things he had done that Paradise might be his.

  And behold, in that book the record of the Saint also was a revelation, amarvel.

  It seemed not ten seconds before the Saint also was rushing to and froover the great palm of God. Not ten seconds! And at last he also shriekedbeneath that pitiless and cynical exposition, and fled also, even as theWicked Man had fled, into the shadow of the sleeve. And it was permittedus to see into the shadow of the sleeve. And the two sat side by side,stark of all delusions, in the shadow of the robe of God's charity, likebrothers.

  And thither also I fled in my turn.

  IX.

  "And now," said God, as he shook us out of his sleeve upon the planet hehad given us to live upon, the planet that whirled about green Sirius fora sun, "now that you understand me and each other a little better,...tryagain."

  Then he and his great angels turned themselves about and suddenly hadvanished...

  The Throne had vanished.

  All about me was a beautiful land, more beautiful than any I had ever seenbefore--waste, austere, and wonderful; and all about me were theenlightened souls of men in new clean bodies...