Edgar Allan Poe: StorytellerThe Mask of the Red DeathThe Red deaThhadlongbeenfeedingonThecounTRy. nosickness had ever been so deadly so great a killer or so fearful to see. Blood was its mark the redness and the horrorof blood. There were sharppains, and a sudden feel ing that the mind was rushingin circles inside the head. Then there was bleeding through the skin, though it was not cut or broken and then, death! The brightred spots upon the body and especially upon the face of the sick man made other men turn away from him, afraid to try to help. And the sick ness lasted, from the beginning to the end, no more than half an hour.
2Edgar Allan PoeBut Prospero, the ruler of that land, was happy and strong and wise. When half the people of his land had died, he called to him a thousand healthy, happy friends, and with them went far away to live in one of his palaces. This was a large and beautiful stone building he had planned himself. A strong, high wall circled it. This wall had gatesof iron. The gentlemen, after they had entered, brought fire to heat the iron of the gates to make them close so firmly that nobody could open them. Here they could forget the sickness, the Red Death. They would leave the outside world to care for itself.Prospero had supplied everything they needed for pleasure. There was music, there was dancing, there was beauty, there was food to eat and wine to drink. All these were within the wall, and within the wall they would be safe. Outside the wall walked the Red Death.It was near the end of their fifth month there that Pros pero asked his friends all to come together for a dancing party, a masquerade. Everyone was asked to come dressed in fine clothes and with his eyes, or perhaps his whole face, covered by a cloth mask.It was a scene of great richness, that masquerade. There were seven rooms in which Prosperos friends danced. In many old palaces the doors can be opened in such a way that rooms like these seven can be seen all at the same time. In this palace it was different. Little more than one of them could be seen at one time. There was a turn every twenty or thirty yards. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, was a tall pointed window. The windows were of colored glass, of the same color that was used in each room. The first room had blue cloth hangings on the walls and blue were its windows. The second room had wall hangings of that blue-red known as purple, and here the windows were purple. The third was green, and so was the glass of the windows. The fourth had hangings and windows of yellow the fifth of white the sixth of violet. But the seventh room had hangings on the walls made of a rich soft cloth which was black, black as night, and the floor, too, was covered with the same heavy black cloth. In this room the color of the windows was not the same. It was red a deep blood color.All the rooms were lighted through the outside windows. The resulting light was strange indeed, as it colored the shapes of the dancers. But the light that fell on the black hangings through the
3Edgar Allan Poe: Storytellerblood-colored glass was the most fearful of them all. It produced so wild a look on the faces of those who entered that there were few of the dancers who dared to step within those dark walls.In this room stood a great clock of black wood. Gentlyit marked the seconds as they passed; and when it was time to mark the hour the clock spoke with a loud, clear voice, a deep toneas beautiful as music, but so strange that the music and the dancing stopped and the dancers stood still to listen. And then, after another sixty minutes, after another three thousand and six hundred seconds of Time, of flying Time, the clock struck again, and the dancers stopped as before. Nevertheless, it was a happy and beautiful masquerade. And you may be sure that the clothes the dancers chose to wear, their costumes, were strange and won-derful. The dancers looked like the forms we might see in trou-bled dreams. And these the dreams danced softly through the rooms, taking the color of the rooms as they moved. It did not seem that their steps followed the music, but that the music rose from their steps. But into the sev-enth room the dancers do not go, for the red light coming through the windows, and the black ness of the wall hangings, make them afraid and he who enters hears more deeply the striking of the great black clock.But the other rooms are crowded, and in them beats hotly the heart of life. And the dance goes on until at last the clock begins to strike twelve. Again the music stopped. Again the dancers stood with-out moving while the slow striking sound continued. Before the clock was quiet again, many in the crowd saw that in the first room, the blue room, there was a masquerader who had not been seen before. As
4Edgar Allan Poethey talked softly to each other about him a feeling of surprise spread through all the dancers, then a feeling of fear and of sickening horror.In such a group as this, only a very strange masquerader could have caused such a feeling. Even among those who laugh at both life and death, some matters cannot be laughed at. Everyone seemed now deeply to feel that the stranger should not have been allowed to come among them dressed in such clothes. He was tall and very thin, and covered from head to foot like a dead man prepared for the grave. The mask which covered his face or was it really a mask? the mask which covered his face was so much like the face of a dead man that the nearest eye could not see the difference. And yet all this might have been acceptable but the mas querader whom nobody knew had made himself look like the Red Death itself! His clothes were spotted with blood. And the mask over his face was covered with the terrible red spots…or perhaps it was indeed his face!When Prospero looked upon this fearfulform he was first filled with terror and then with anger. Who dares? he cried. Take him! Seize him! Pull off his mask so that we may know who we must hang at sunrise!Prospero stood in the blue room when he spoke these words. They sounded through the seven rooms, loud and clear. At first, as he spoke, some of the dancers started to rush toward the strange masquerader. But they stopped, afraid, and no one dared to put out a hand to touch him. The stranger started to walk toward the second room. He passed within a few feet of Prospero, who stood still, surprised. And while the dancers moved back from the center of the room, the stranger moved quietly, without being stopped, with a slow and measured step, through the blue room to the purple room through the purple room to the green room through the green to the yellow through this to the white and then to the violet room.As the stranger was entering the seventh room, Prospero sud-denly and angrily rushed through the six rooms. No one dared to follow him. He held a sharp knifehigh over his head, ready to strike the stranger. When he was within three or four feet of the strange masquerader, the stranger turned and stood silent, looking firmly into Prosperos eyes. There was a cry and the knife dropped shiningupon the black floor, upon which a minute later Prospero himself fell,
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