Shuddering, she murmured: “The splendor, glory, and power vanished, and all was changed to a fearful picture. I saw myself in a plain, dark dress, in a deserted, lonely room, with iron-barred windows, and a small iron door closed in the dreary white walls—it was a prison! And I heard whispered around me: ‘Woe to you, fallen and dethroned one! You have wasted away the days of your splendor, submit in patience to the days of your shame and humiliation.’ I could not endure to behold it, and screamed with terror, fainting.”
“You demanded to see the future, and I showed it to you,” said Cagliostro, earnestly. “Though I let the light shine into your soul, still it was dark within; you pursued the way of unbelief, and desired not to walk in the way of knowledge. I sent messengers twice to you to lead you in the right path, and you sent them laughing away. Recall what I told you in Paris. I will it!”
“I remember, master; you said that in the most important days of my life you would come to me, and extend to me a helping hand: if I seized it, the first picture would be fulfilled; if I refused it, the prison awaited me!”
“I have kept my word: to-day is an eventful day in your life; you have risen from want and degradation—you have mounted the first rounds of the ladder of your greatness and power. You are the mistress of this house.” “How did you know it?” asked Wilhelmine, astonished. With a pitying smile he answered: “I know every thing that I will, and I see many things that I would willingly close my eyes upon. I see your future, and my soul pities you, unhappy one; you are lost if you do not seize the hand extended to you. You see not the abyss which opens before you, and you will fall bleeding and with broken limbs.”
“Mercy, mercy!” she groaned—“stretch out your hand and protect me.” Wilhelmine sank as if crushed to the earth. Cagliostro bent over her, and stroked her cold, pale face, breathing upon her the hot breath of his lips. “I will pity you—I will protect you. Rise, my daughter!” He assisted her to rise, and imprinted a passionate kiss upon her hand. “From this hour I count you as one of mine,” he said; “you shall be received into the holy band of spirits! You shall be consecrated, and enter the Inner Temple. Are you prepared?” “I am, master,” she humbly replied.
“To-morrow the Temple brothers will open the temple of bliss to you. You shall hear, see, and be silent.” “I will see, hear, and be silent,” she murmured.
“When evening sets in, send away your servants,” commanded Cagliostro. “Let the doors stand open; they shall be guarded, that no one may enter but the summoned. Art thou prepared?”
“I am, master!”
“Withdraw now to your room, Wilhelmine, and elevate your thoughts in devotion and contrition, and await the future. Kneel, my daughter, kneel!” She sank upon her knees. “Bless me, master, bless me!” “I bless you!”
She felt a hot, burning sensation upon her forehead, and suddenly a bright light shone in the obscure room. Wilhelmine screamed, and covered her eyes. When she ventured to look up, only soft moonlight penetrated from the high window into the apartment, and she was alone. “To-morrow—to-morrow, at midnight!” she murmured, shuddering, and casting a timid look around.