None Other Gods eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about None Other Gods.

None Other Gods eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about None Other Gods.

It was a perfectly still night, frost-bound and motionless.  It was late enough for the sounds of the town to have died away (cathedral towns go to bed early and rise late), and, indeed, almost the only sounds they had heard, even three or four hours before, had been the occasional deliberate chime of bells, like a meditative man suddenly uttering a word or two aloud.  Now, however, everything was dead silent.  Probably the hour had struck immediately before they awoke, since Frank remarks that it seemed a long time before four notes tolled out the quarter.

The singing came first as a sensation rather than as a sound, so far away was it.  It was not at once that Frank formulated the sense of pleasure that he experienced by telling himself that someone was singing.

At first it was a single voice that made itself heard—­a tenor of extraordinary clarity.  The air was unknown to him, but it had the character of antiquity; there was a certain pleasant melancholy about it; it contained little trills and grace-notes, such as—­before harmony developed in the modern sense—­probably supplied the absence of chords.  There was no wind on which the sound could rise or fall, and it grew from a thread out of the distance into clear singing not a quarter of a mile away....

The Major presently grunted over his pipe some expression of surprise; but Frank could say nothing.  He was almost holding his breath, so great was his pleasure.

The air, almost regretfully, ran downhill like a brook approaching, an inevitable full close; and then, as the last note was reached, a chord of voices broke in with some kind of chorus.

The voices were of a quartette of men, and rang together like struck notes, not loud or harsh, but, on the contrary, with a restrained softness that must, I suppose, have been the result of very careful training.  It was the same air that they were repeating, but the grace-notes were absent, and the four voices, in chord after chord, supplied their place by harmony.  It was impossible to tell what was the subject of the song or even whether it were sacred or secular, for it was of that period—­at least, so I conjecture—­when the two worlds were one, and when men courted their love and adored their God after the same fashion.  Only there ran through all that air of sweet and austere melancholy, as if earthly music could do no more than hint at what the heart wished to express.

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Frank listened in a sort of ecstasy.  The music was nearer now, coming from the direction from which the three travelers had themselves come this afternoon.  Presently, from the apparent diminuendo, it was plain that the singers were past, and were going on towards the town.  There was no sound of footsteps; the Major remarked on that, when he could get Frank to attend a few minutes later, when all was over; but there were field paths running in every direction, as well as broad stretches of grass beside the road, so the singers may very well have been walking on soft ground. (These points are dispassionately noted down in the diary.)

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