I wanted to know the FACE of the voice, and, with a movement which I was utterly unable to control, swiftly my fingers tore away the mask. Oh, horror, horror, horror!"
Christine stopped, at the thought of the vision that had scared her, while the echoes of the night, which had repeated the name of Erik, now thrice moaned the cry:
"Horror! ... Horror! ... Horror!"
Raoul and Christine, clasping each other closely, raised their eyes to the stars that shone in a clear and peaceful sky.
Raoul said: "Strange, Christine, that this calm, soft night should be so full of plaintive sounds.
One would think that it was sorrowing with us."
"When you know the secret, Raoul, your ears, like mine, will be full of lamentations."
She took Raoul's protecting hands in hers and, with a long shiver, continued:
"Yes, if I lived to be a hundred, I should always hear the superhuman cry of grief and rage which he uttered when the terrible sight appeared before my eyes ...
Raoul, you have seen death's heads, when they have been dried and withered by the centuries, and, perhaps, if you were not the victim of a nightmare, you saw HIS death's head at Perros.
And then you saw Red Death stalking about at the last masked ball.
But all those death's heads were motionless and their dumb horror was not alive.
But imagine, if you can, Red Death's mask suddenly coming to life in order to express, with the four black holes of its eyes, its nose, and its mouth, the extreme anger, the mighty fury of a demon; AND NOT A RAY OF LIGHT FROM THE SOCKETS, for, as I learned later, you can not see his blazing eyes except in the dark. "I fell back against the wall and he came up to me, grinding his teeth, and, as I fell upon my knees, he hissed mad, incoherent words and curses at me.
Leaning over me, he cried,
'Look!
You want to see!
See!
Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness!
Look at Erik's face!
Now you know the face of the voice!
You were not content to hear me, eh?
You wanted to know what I looked like!
Oh, you women are so inquisitive!
Well, are you satisfied?
I'm a very good-looking fellow, eh? ...
When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me.
She loves me for ever.
I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!'
And, drawing himself up to his full height, with his hand on his hip, wagging the hideous thing that was his head on his shoulders, he roared,
'Look at me!
I AM DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT!'
And, when I turned away my head and begged for mercy, he drew it to him, brutally, twisting his dead fingers into my hair."
"Enough! Enough!" cried Raoul.
"I will kill him.
In Heaven's name, Christine, tell me where the dining-room on the lake is!
I must kill him!"
"Oh, be quiet, Raoul, if you want to know!"
"Yes, I want to know how and why you went back; I must know! ...
But, in any case, I will kill him!"
"Oh, Raoul, listen, listen! ...
He dragged me by my hair and then ... and then ... Oh, it is too horrible!"
"Well, what? Out with it!" exclaimed Raoul fiercely.
"Out with it, quick!"
"Then he hissed at me.
'Ah, I frighten you, do I? ... I dare say! ...
Perhaps you think that I have another mask, eh, and that this ... this ... my head is a mask?
Well,' he roared, 'tear it off as you did the other!
Come! Come along!
I insist! Your hands! Your hands! Give me your hands!'
And he seized my hands and dug them into his awful face.