SCENE 12

The interior of the earth. Enormous crystal formations, with streams like lava breaking through them. The whole scene is faintly luminous, transparent in some parts, and with the light shining through from behind in others. Above are red flames which appear to be being pressed downward from the roof. (One hand of Ahriman is a claw and he has a cloven hoof. This is to show the audience that his identity as the Devil is being discovered. Fox has a cloven hoof.)

AHRIMAN (at first alone):

Now living matter falleth from above Which I must use. It is the stuff whereof Are demons made, and it is flowing free Within the world of form. A man doth strive To tear from out his being utterly The spirit-substance he received from me. My influence hath been till now quite good, But now he is too near the mystic throng Whom Benedictus through his wisdom's light Hath lent the power enabling them to face Awakening at the cosmic midnight hour. O'er him hath Lucifer his influence cast: So that Maria and Johannes could Release themselves from out his sphere of light. Henceforth to Strader I must closely cling. Once he is mine I'll catch the others too. Johannes wore himself quite dull and blunt Against my shadow;--now he knows me well. Through Strader only can I get at him. And in Maria's case it is the same; Yet Strader will perhaps not recognize The spirit-tangle, which to human eyes Appears as nature, is in fact naught else Than mine own personal spirit-property. And so he may conceive that energy And matter blindly struggle there where I, Denying spirit, fashion spirit-things. 'Tis true the rest have talked to him a lot About my being and about my realm; And yet, methinks, I have not lost him quite. He will forget that Benedictus sent Him hither unto me, but half-awake, That his belief may be dispelled that I Am but a woven thought in human brains. Yet I shall need some earthly help if I Must bring him here before it is too late. Now therefore I will call upon a soul Which in its cleverness considers me To be naught else than some dull foolish clown. He serves me on and off, when I have need.

(Ahriman goes off and returns with the soul of Fox, whose figure is a sort of copy of his own. On entering he takes a bandage from the eyes of this person representing the soul.)

AHRIMAN: (Aside)

Earth-knowledge he must leave here at the door. For he must never understand the things Which here he learns, since he is honest still; No effort would he make, if he once knew The purpose with which I now influence him. He must be able later to forget.

(To Fox)

Dost thou know doctor Strader, who serves me?

THE SOUL OF FOX:

He drifts about upon the star of Earth; He would build learned prattle into life; And yet each wind of life will knock him down. He listens eagerly to mystic prigs, And is already stifled by their fog; He now doth try to blind poor Hilary, Whose friend, however, keeps him well in hand, Since all these braggart spirit-whisperings Would otherwise his business quite destroy.

AHRIMAN: (Aside)

Such talk as this is not what I require. I now have need of Strader--whilst this man Can still have perfect faith in his own self; Then Benedictus far too easily Will make his wisdom known amongst mankind. The friend of Hilary might be of use To Lucifer; I must act otherwise-- Through Strader I must Benedictus harm. For he and all his pupils can achieve Nothing at all, hath he not Strader's aid. Mine enemies of course still have their powers, And after Strader's death he will be theirs. But if while still on earth his soul can be Deceived about itself, my gain will be That Benedictus can no longer use Him as the leader of his coach's team. Now in fate's book I have already read That Strader's span of life is nearly run. But Benedictus can not yet see this. My trusty knave, too crafty is thy wit, Who takest me for some dull foolish clown.

(To Fox)

So well thou reasonest that men attend. Go therefore and see Strader very soon Tell him that his machine is ill-contrived; That 'tis not only unpropitious times That check fulfilment of his promises; But that his reasoning also is at fault.

THE SOUL OF FOX:

For such a mission am I well equipped. For some time past I have done nothing else But think how I can unto Strader prove How full of error his ambitions are. When once a man hath formed a clever scheme By dint of many nights of earnest thought He will with ease believe that ill-success Is due not to his thought but outward acts. And Strader's case is surely pitiable; Had such a man as he shunned mystic snobs, And made fit use of his fine intellect, His great endowments surely would have borne Much fruit and profit for humanity.

AHRIMAN:

Now see to it that thou art shrewdly armed. This is thy task: Thou art to undermine The confidence of Strader in himself. No longer then will he desire to work With Benedictus, who must henceforth rest Upon himself and his own arguments. But these are not so pleasing to mankind, Who will be more opposed to them on earth The more their inmost nature is disclosed.

THE SOUL OF FOX:

I see already how I shall begin To show to Strader where his thought hath failed. There is a flaw within his new machine, Though he cannot perceive it of himself. A veil of mystic darkness hinders him. But I, with my clear common sense, shall be Of much more use to him than mystic dreams. This for a long while hath been my desire; Yet knew I not how to accomplish it. At length a light is thrown athwart my path. Now must I think of all the arguments Which will make Strader realize the truth.

(Ahriman leads out Fox's soul and again blindfolds the individual portraying the soul before he is allowed to depart.)

AHRIMAN (alone):

He will be of great service unto me. The mystic light on earth doth burn me sore; I must work further there, but must not let The mystics unto men my work reveal.

(Theodora's soul appears.)

THEODORA'S SOUL:

Thou mayest Strader reach; but none the less I shall be by his side; and since we were United on the radiant path of souls, We shall remain united wheresoe'er He dwells on earth or in the spirit-realms.

AHRIMAN:

If she indeed forsakes him not, the while He still doth dwell on earth, I stand to lose My battle; yet I shall not cease to hope That he may yet forget her 'ere the end.

Curtain