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cords, black cloth and other things which he would want for the operation. Taking this
pentacle, he bound it with a cord and shrouded it with a cloth. He then passed sunwise
round the circle, followed by the others, to the west, where he baptised the pentacle with
consecrated water, saying: O creature of iron, I consecrate thee in place of thy master, I
name thee
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Bartzebal. Thou art Bartzebal ... So saying, he censed it in the perfumed smoke of the
brazier, fanning the flame so it licked it without firing the cover, then placing it on the
floor in the west, and standing with his sword point on the pentacle, he declared in
incisive tones: I, Thur Peterson, hereby evoke the great spirit Bartzebal to come to my
aid, so that Jan Bonder here shall regain his lordship, his following, his lands and his
honours.
Taking the pentacle he placed it on the altar and called thrice:
Bartzebal come, Bartzebal come, Bartzebal COME. Come to the aid of Jan
Bonder that he may attain his desires.
Thur announced with intense conviction: Bartzebal WILL APPEAR.
Jan's eyes searched wildly for the approach of Bartzebal, expecting to see a fearful
apparition of immense martial strength, probably heralded by a deafening clap, of
thunder. To his inexpressible relief none of these things occurred. Only the familiar, and
to him comforting, voice of Thur was heard evoking the spirit again: Come, O Bartzebal,
by the indivisible name of God, IOD by the name Tetragrammaton Elohim, by El, strong
and mighty, by the name Elohim Gibor, wonderful, I conjure thee by the name, EL0TH VA
DATH.
A moment's pause followed, as though the whole universe waited upon these great
names and held its breath in suspense. Jan's breath seemed to have died away in his breast
and would never come again to sustain him. He moistened his parched lips with his
tongue, and glanced at his brother.
Olaf, his eyes bright and shining, had his gaze riveted on Thur's face in adoring
wonderment, his white robe, with his fine hair folded on his head like the petals of a
hyacinth, and that glorified worship illuminating him so that he glowed from some inner
radiance like the fire in the heart of a diamond, looking like an archangel, lacking only
the splendour of rainbow pinions to complete the illusion.
Olaf, lost in God knows what paradise that the human mind was capable of
creating for itself, had no place for his brother in it, and Jan felt all the desolation of the
fact in that moment of his own need of human contact.
He looked at Morven, quietly attentive, watchful of the magus. Compared with
Olaf, her face was void of expression, but she caught his roving eyes and held them with
hers, and anxiety marked her clear forehead. She frowned and shook her head at him
warningly. Jan understood her and made a frantic snatch at his vagrant thoughts. He
forced himself to see the castle, even to the point of seeing a helmeted head on the
battlements, which he labelled Fitz-Urse. He riveted his
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attention and, seeing this, Morven relaxed her frown.
Thur was now at the east of the altar, and had placed the pentacle, still bound and
veiled, upon a triangle marked on its centre. In his right hand held his magic sword,
raised at arm's length, with the pommel above the pentacle, saying: O Bartzebal, I
conjure thee by the most holy name, SHADDAI I have bound and veiled this thy symbol,
which is thee. Thus and thee so that thou canst not move, nor see, nor hear. aught but
according to my will. So do I conjure thee to visible appearance.
Come swiftly to obey my will, by the most holy name El Ghai I conjure thee
through the virtue of the most holy name of God, ADONAI MALLAKI. Through the
virtue of Methratton his image. Through the virtue of his angels who cease not to cry by
day or by night, Qadosch, Qaosch, Oadosch, Elohim Adonai
Tzabaothl
And by the ten angels who preside over the Sephireth, by whom God
communicateth and extendeth his influence over the lower things, which are Kether,
Chokhmah, Binah, Gebruah, Tipereth, Netzach, Hod, Yesod, and Malkuth. I conjure and
command thee absolutely, O Bartzebal, in Whatever part of the universe ye may be, by
virtue of these holy names. Adonai, Yove, Ha, Kabir, Messiachionah, Mal, Kah, Eral,
Kuzy, Matzpatz, El Shaddai, and by all of the holy names of God, which have been
written in blood in sign of eternal alliance.
I conjure thee by the names of God, most holy and unknown, by virtue of which he
may tremble each day, Baruch, Barcurabon, Patachel, Alcheghek, Aquachai, Honwrian
Eheieh, Abbaton, Chevob, Cebon, Oyzroymas, Chaialbamachi, Ortagu, Maleabelech,
Helechyeze, Sechezze.
Hear ye, come quickly and without delay into our presence. I summon thee,
Bartzebal, spirit of Mars. Bartzebal COME. Bartzebal COME. Bartzebal COME!
Thur uttered the last come with all the strength of will and voice he could
command. Then, flinging more incense into the centre brazier and motioning Morven to
replenish the others, he resumed: As the voice of the exorcist said unto me, 'Let me
shroud myself in darkness, peradventure thus I may manifest myself in light,' come, O
Bartzebal, come! Come, O Bartzebal, come!
Again the command was issued with stupendous force of will. A dense cloud of
smoke from the big brazier leapt up to the thatch to mingle with a equally heavy fumes
rising from the lesser braziers. Thur motioned Morven, and she went quietly round,
putting on more spices. The smoky clouds began to descend with a plunge and the whole [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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cords, black cloth and other things which he would want for the operation. Taking this
pentacle, he bound it with a cord and shrouded it with a cloth. He then passed sunwise
round the circle, followed by the others, to the west, where he baptised the pentacle with
consecrated water, saying: O creature of iron, I consecrate thee in place of thy master, I
name thee
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Bartzebal. Thou art Bartzebal ... So saying, he censed it in the perfumed smoke of the
brazier, fanning the flame so it licked it without firing the cover, then placing it on the
floor in the west, and standing with his sword point on the pentacle, he declared in
incisive tones: I, Thur Peterson, hereby evoke the great spirit Bartzebal to come to my
aid, so that Jan Bonder here shall regain his lordship, his following, his lands and his
honours.
Taking the pentacle he placed it on the altar and called thrice:
Bartzebal come, Bartzebal come, Bartzebal COME. Come to the aid of Jan
Bonder that he may attain his desires.
Thur announced with intense conviction: Bartzebal WILL APPEAR.
Jan's eyes searched wildly for the approach of Bartzebal, expecting to see a fearful
apparition of immense martial strength, probably heralded by a deafening clap, of
thunder. To his inexpressible relief none of these things occurred. Only the familiar, and
to him comforting, voice of Thur was heard evoking the spirit again: Come, O Bartzebal,
by the indivisible name of God, IOD by the name Tetragrammaton Elohim, by El, strong
and mighty, by the name Elohim Gibor, wonderful, I conjure thee by the name, EL0TH VA
DATH.
A moment's pause followed, as though the whole universe waited upon these great
names and held its breath in suspense. Jan's breath seemed to have died away in his breast
and would never come again to sustain him. He moistened his parched lips with his
tongue, and glanced at his brother.
Olaf, his eyes bright and shining, had his gaze riveted on Thur's face in adoring
wonderment, his white robe, with his fine hair folded on his head like the petals of a
hyacinth, and that glorified worship illuminating him so that he glowed from some inner
radiance like the fire in the heart of a diamond, looking like an archangel, lacking only
the splendour of rainbow pinions to complete the illusion.
Olaf, lost in God knows what paradise that the human mind was capable of
creating for itself, had no place for his brother in it, and Jan felt all the desolation of the
fact in that moment of his own need of human contact.
He looked at Morven, quietly attentive, watchful of the magus. Compared with
Olaf, her face was void of expression, but she caught his roving eyes and held them with
hers, and anxiety marked her clear forehead. She frowned and shook her head at him
warningly. Jan understood her and made a frantic snatch at his vagrant thoughts. He
forced himself to see the castle, even to the point of seeing a helmeted head on the
battlements, which he labelled Fitz-Urse. He riveted his
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attention and, seeing this, Morven relaxed her frown.
Thur was now at the east of the altar, and had placed the pentacle, still bound and
veiled, upon a triangle marked on its centre. In his right hand held his magic sword,
raised at arm's length, with the pommel above the pentacle, saying: O Bartzebal, I
conjure thee by the most holy name, SHADDAI I have bound and veiled this thy symbol,
which is thee. Thus and thee so that thou canst not move, nor see, nor hear. aught but
according to my will. So do I conjure thee to visible appearance.
Come swiftly to obey my will, by the most holy name El Ghai I conjure thee
through the virtue of the most holy name of God, ADONAI MALLAKI. Through the
virtue of Methratton his image. Through the virtue of his angels who cease not to cry by
day or by night, Qadosch, Qaosch, Oadosch, Elohim Adonai
Tzabaothl
And by the ten angels who preside over the Sephireth, by whom God
communicateth and extendeth his influence over the lower things, which are Kether,
Chokhmah, Binah, Gebruah, Tipereth, Netzach, Hod, Yesod, and Malkuth. I conjure and
command thee absolutely, O Bartzebal, in Whatever part of the universe ye may be, by
virtue of these holy names. Adonai, Yove, Ha, Kabir, Messiachionah, Mal, Kah, Eral,
Kuzy, Matzpatz, El Shaddai, and by all of the holy names of God, which have been
written in blood in sign of eternal alliance.
I conjure thee by the names of God, most holy and unknown, by virtue of which he
may tremble each day, Baruch, Barcurabon, Patachel, Alcheghek, Aquachai, Honwrian
Eheieh, Abbaton, Chevob, Cebon, Oyzroymas, Chaialbamachi, Ortagu, Maleabelech,
Helechyeze, Sechezze.
Hear ye, come quickly and without delay into our presence. I summon thee,
Bartzebal, spirit of Mars. Bartzebal COME. Bartzebal COME. Bartzebal COME!
Thur uttered the last come with all the strength of will and voice he could
command. Then, flinging more incense into the centre brazier and motioning Morven to
replenish the others, he resumed: As the voice of the exorcist said unto me, 'Let me
shroud myself in darkness, peradventure thus I may manifest myself in light,' come, O
Bartzebal, come! Come, O Bartzebal, come!
Again the command was issued with stupendous force of will. A dense cloud of
smoke from the big brazier leapt up to the thatch to mingle with a equally heavy fumes
rising from the lesser braziers. Thur motioned Morven, and she went quietly round,
putting on more spices. The smoky clouds began to descend with a plunge and the whole [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]