| BOOK FIVE: 1806 - 07
4. CHAPTER IV
 Soon after this there came into the dark chamber to fetch Pierre,
 not the Rhetor but Pierre's sponsor, Willarski, whom he recognized
 by his voice. To fresh questions as to the firmness of his
 resolution Pierre replied: "Yes, yes, I agree," and with a beaming,
 childlike smile, his fat chest uncovered, stepping unevenly and
 timidly in one slippered and one booted foot, he advanced, while
 Willarski held a sword to his bare chest. He was conducted from that
 room along passages that turned backwards and forwards and was at last
 brought to the doors of the Lodge. Willarski coughed, he was
 answered by the Masonic knock with mallets, the doors opened before
 them. A bass voice (Pierre was still blindfold) questioned him as to
 who he was, when and where he was born, and so on. Then he was again
 led somewhere still blindfold, and as they went along he was told
 allegories of the toils of his pilgrimage, of holy friendship, of
 the Eternal Architect of the universe, and of the courage with which
 he should endure toils and dangers. During these wanderings, Pierre
 noticed that he was spoken of now as the "Seeker," now as the
 "Sufferer," and now as the "Postulant," to the accompaniment of
 various knockings with mallets and swords. As he was being led up to
 some object he noticed a hesitation and uncertainty among his
 conductors. He heard those around him disputing in whispers and one of
 them insisting that he should be led along a certain carpet. After
 that they took his right hand, placed it on something, and told him to
 hold a pair of compasses to his left breast with the other hand and to
 repeat after someone who read aloud an oath of fidelity to the laws of
 the Order. The candles were then extinguished and some spirit lighted,
 as Pierre knew by the smell, and he was told that he would now see the
 lesser light. The bandage was taken off his eyes and, by the faint
 light of the burning spirit, Pierre, as in a dream, saw several men
 standing before him, wearing aprons like the Rhetor's and holding
 swords in their hands pointed at his breast. Among them stood a man
 whose white shirt was stained with blood. On seeing this, Pierre moved
 forward with his breast toward the swords, meaning them to pierce
 it. But the swords were drawn back from him and he was at once
 blindfolded again. |