Fable, A - William Faulkner [142]
of it,' She stood, tall, still, looking down at him. 'So you even knew us. I was about to say "Not remembered us," because you never saw us. But maybe that's wrong too and you did see us then. If you did, you would remember us even if I wasn't but nine then and Marya eleven, because as soon as I saw your face tonight I knew that it would never need to flee, hide from, fear or dread or grieve at having to remember anything it ever looked at. Marya might fail to see that maybe-Marya now too, since she also had to come all the way to France to watch the refusal of her half-brother's life, even if she doesn't need to fear or dread grieve at having to remember either-but not I. Maybe Mary a is why you remember us if you saw us then: because she was eleven then and in our country girls at eleven are not girls any more, but women. But I wont say that, not because of the insult that would be even to our mother, let alone to you-our mother who had something in her-I dont mean her face-which did not belong in that village-that village? in all our mountains, all that country-while what you must have had-had? have-in you is something which all the earth had better beware and dread and be afraid of. The insult would have been to evil itself. I dont mean just that evil. I mean Evil, as if there was a purity in it, a severity, a jealousy like in God-a strictness of untruth incapable of compromise or second-best or substitute. A purpose, an aim in it, as though not just our mother but you neither could help yourselves; and not just you but our-mine and Marya's-father too: not two of you but three of you doing not what you would but what you must. That people, men and women, dont choose evil and accept it and enter it, but evil chooses the men and women by test and trial, proves and tests them and then accepts them forever until the time comes when they are consumed and empty and at last fail evil because they no longer have anything that evil can want or use; then it destroys them. So it wasn't just you, a stranger happened by accident into a country so far away and hard to get to that whole generations of us are born and live and die in it without even knowing or wondering or caring what might be on the other side of our mountains or even if the earth extends there. Not just a man come there by chance, having already whatever he would need to charm, trance, bewitch a weak and vulnerable woman, then finding a woman who was not only weak and vulnerable but beautiful too-oh yes, beautiful; if that was what you had to plead, her beauty and your love, my face would have been the first to forgive you, since the jealousy would be not yours but hers-just to destroy her home, her husband's faith, her children's peace, and at last her life-to drive her husband to repudiate her just to leave her children father-Wednesday Night less, then her to die in childbirth in a cow-byre behind a roadside inn just to leave them orphans, then at last have the right-privi-lege-duty, whatever you want to call it-to condemn that last and only male child to death just that the name which she betrayed shall be no more. Because that's not enough. It's nowhere near enough. It must be something much bigger than that, much more splendid, much more terrible: not our father gone all that long distance from our valley to seek a beautiful face to be the mother of his name's succession, then rinding instead the fatal and calami-tous one which would end it; not you blundered there by chance, but sent there to meet that beautiful and fatal face; not her so weak in pride and virtue, but rather doomed by that face from them-not the three of you compelled there just to efface a name from man's history, because who on earth outside our valley ever heard that name, or cared? But instead to create a son for one of you to condemn to death as though to save the earth, save the world, save man's history, save mankind,'
She brought both hands up in front of her and let them rest there, the fist of one lying in the other palm. 'Of course you knew us. My folly was in even thinking I would