| BOOK FIFTH.
CHAPTER 1. ABBAS BEATI MARTINI.
 (continued)"And in short," interrupted Tourangeau, "what do you
 hold to be true and certain?" "Alchemy." Coictier exclaimed, "Pardieu, Dom Claude, alchemy has its
 use, no doubt, but why blaspheme medicine and astrology?" "Naught is your science of man, naught is your science of
 the stars," said the archdeacon, commandingly. "That's driving Epidaurus and Chaldea very fast," replied
 the physician with a grin. "Listen, Messire Jacques.  This is said in good faith.  I
 am not the king's physician, and his majesty has not
 given me the Garden of Daedalus in which to observe the
 constellations.  Don't get angry, but listen to me.  What
 truth have you deduced, I will not say from medicine, which
 is too foolish a thing, but from astrology?  Cite to me the
 virtues of the vertical boustrophedon, the treasures of the
 number ziruph and those of the number zephirod!" "Will you deny," said Coictier, "the sympathetic force of
 the collar bone, and the cabalistics which are derived from it?" "An error, Messire Jacques!  None of your formulas end in
 reality.  Alchemy on the other hand has its discoveries.  Will
 you contest results like this?  Ice confined beneath the earth
 for a thousand years is transformed into rock crystals.  Lead
 is the ancestor of all metals.  For gold is not a metal, gold is
 light.  Lead requires only four periods of two hundred years
 each, to pass in succession from the state of lead, to the state
 of red arsenic, from red arsenic to tin, from tin to silver.  Are
 not these facts?  But to believe in the collar bone, in the full
 line and in the stars, is as ridiculous as to believe with the
 inhabitants of Grand-Cathay that the golden oriole turns into
 a mole, and that grains of wheat turn into fish of the carp
 species." "I have studied hermetic science!" exclaimed Coictier,
 "and I affirm--" |