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CAPTULO XVIII - Pag 55

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A FLOOD OF SUNSHINE

Arthur Dimmesdale gazed into Hester's face with a look in which hope and joy shone out, indeed, but with fear betwixt them, and a kind of horror at her boldness, who had spoken what he vaguely hinted at, but dared not speak.

But Hester Prynne, with a mind of native courage and activity, and for so long a period not merely estranged, but outlawed from society, had habituated herself to such latitude of speculation as was altogether foreign to the clergyman. She had wandered, without rule or guidance, in a moral wilderness, as vast, as intricate, and shadowy as the untamed forest, amid the gloom of which they were now holding a colloquy that was to decide their fate. Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. For years past she had looked from this estranged point of view at human institutions, and whatever priests or legislators had established; criticising all with hardly more reverence than the Indian would feel for the clerical band, the judicial robe, the pillory, the gallows, the fireside, or the church. The tendency of her fate and fortunes had been to set her free.

The scarlet letter was her port into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.
The minister, on the other hand, had never gone through an experience calculated to lead him beyond the scope of generally received laws; although, in a single instance, he had so fearfully transgressed one of the most sacred of them. But this had been a sin of ion, not of principle, nor even purpose. Since that wretched epoch, he had watched with morbid zeal and minuteness, not his acts—for those it was easy to arrange—but each breath of emotion, and his every thought. At the head of the social system, as the clergymen of that day stood, he was only the more trammelled by its regulations, its principles, and even its prejudices. As a priest, the framework of his order inevitably hemmed him in. As a man who had once sinned, but who kept his conscience all alive and painfully sensitive by the fretting of an unhealed wound, he might have been supposed safer within the line of virtue than if he had never sinned at all.

Thus we seem to see that, as regarded Hester Prynne, the whole seven years of outlaw and ignominy had been little other than a preparation for this very hour. But Arthur Dimmesdale! Were such a man once more to fall, what plea could be urged in extenuation of his crime? None; unless it avail him somewhat that he was broken down by long and exquisite suffering; that his mind was darkened and confused by the very remorse which harrowed it; that, between fleeing as an avowed criminal, and remaining as a hypocrite, conscience might find it hard to strike the balance; that it was human to avoid the peril of death and infamy, and the inscrutable machinations of an enemy; that, finally, to this poor pilgrim, on his dreary and desert path, faint, sick, miserable, there appeared a glimpse of human affection and sympathy, a new life, and a true one, in exchange for the heavy doom which he was now expiating. And be the stern and sad truth spoken, that the breach which guilt has once made into the human soul is never, in this mortal state, repaired.

It may be watched and guarded, so that the enemy shall not force his way again into the citadel, and might even in his subsequent assaults, select some other avenue, in preference to that where he had formerly succeeded. But there is still the ruined wall, and near it the stealthy tread of the foe that would win over again his unforgotten triumph.
The struggle, if there were one, need not be described. Let it suffice that the clergyman resolved to flee, and not alone.

"If in all these past seven years," thought he, "I could recall one instant of peace or hope, I would yet endure, for the sake of that earnest of Heaven's mercy. But now—since I am irrevocably doomed—wherefore should I not snatch the solace allowed to the condemned culprit before his execution? Or, if this be the path to a better life, as Hester would persuade me, I surely give up no fairer prospect by pursuing it! Neither can I any longer live without her companionship; so powerful is she to sustain—so tender to soothe! O Thou to whom I dare not lift mine eyes, wilt Thou yet pardon me?"

"Thou wilt go!" said Hester calmly, as he met her glance.

The decision once made, a glow of strange enjoyment threw its flickering brightness over the trouble of his breast. It was the exhilarating effect—upon a prisoner just escaped from the dungeon of his own heart—of breathing the wild, free atmosphere of an unredeemed, unchristianised, lawless region. His spirit rose, as it were, with a bound, and attained a nearer prospect of the sky, than throughout all the misery which had kept him grovelling on the earth.

Of a deeply religious temperament, there was inevitably a tinge of the devotional in his mood.

"Do I feel joy again?" cried he, wondering at himself. "Methought the germ of it was dead in me! Oh, Hester, thou art my better angel! I seem to have flung myself—sick, sin-stained, and sorrow-blackened—down upon these forest leaves, and to have risen up all made anew, and with new powers to glorify Him that hath been merciful! This is already the better life! Why did we not find it sooner?"
"Let us not look back," answered Hester Prynne. "The past is gone! Wherefore should we linger upon it now? See! With this symbol I undo it all, and make it as if it had never been!"

So speaking, she undid the clasp that fastened the scarlet letter, and, taking it from her bosom, threw it to a distance among the withered leaves. The mystic token alighted on the hither verge of the stream. With a hand's-breadth further flight, it would have fallen into the water, and have given the little brook another woe to carry onward, besides the unintelligible tale which it still kept murmuring about. But there lay the embroidered letter, glittering like a lost jewel, which some ill-fated wanderer might pick up, and thenceforth be haunted by strange phantoms of guilt, sinkings of the heart, and unable misfortune.
The stigma gone, Hester heaved a long, deep sigh, in which the burden of shame and anguish departed from her spirit. O exquisite relief! She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom!

By another impulse, she took off the formal cap that confined her hair, and down it fell upon her shoulders, dark and rich, with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance, and imparting the charm of softness to her features. There played around her mouth, and beamed out of her eyes, a radiant and tender smile, that seemed gushing from the very heart of womanhood.

A crimson flush was glowing on her cheek, that had been long so pale. Her sex, her youth, and the whole richness of her beauty, came back from what men call the irrevocable past, and clustered themselves with her maiden hope, and a happiness before unknown, within the magic circle of this hour.

And, as if the gloom of the earth and sky had been but the effluence of these two mortal hearts, it vanished with their sorrow. All at once, as with a sudden smile of heaven, forth burst the sunshine, pouring a very flood into the obscure forest, gladdening each green leaf, transmuting the yellow fallen ones to gold, and gleaming adown the gray trunks of the solemn trees.

The objects that had made a shadow hitherto, embodied the brightness now. The course of the little brook might be traced by its merry gleam afar into the wood's heart of mystery, which had become a mystery of joy.

UN TORRENTE DE LUZ

ARTURO DIMMESDALE fij los ojos en Ester con miradas en que la esperanza y la alegra brillaban, seguramente, si bien mezcladas con cierto miedo y una especie de horror, ante la intrepidez con que ella haba expresado lo que l vagamente indic y no se atrevi a decir.
Pero Ester Prynne, con un espritu lleno de innato valor y actividad, y por largo tiempo no slo segregada, sino desterrada de la sociedad, se haba acostumbrado a una libertad de especulacin completamente extraa a la manera de ser del eclesistico. Sin gua ni regla de ninguna clase haba estado vagando en una especie de desierto espiritual; tan vasto, tan intrincado, tan sombro y selvtico como aquel bosque en que estaban ahora sosteniendo un dilogo que iba a decidir del destino de ambos. El corazn y la inteligencia de Ester puede decirse que se hallaban en su elemento en los lugares desiertos que ella recorra con tanta libertad como los indios salvajes sus bosques. Durante aos haba contemplado las instituciones humanas, y todo lo establecido por la religin o las leyes, desde un punto de vista que le era peculiar; criticndolo todo con tan poca reverencia como la que experimentara el indio de las selvas por la toga judicial, la picota, el cadalso, o la iglesia. Tanto su destino como los acontecimientos de su vida haban tendido a hacer libre su espritu. La letra escarlata era su pasaporte para entrar en regiones a que otras mujeres no osaban acercarse. La Vergenza, la Desesperacin, la Soledad: tales haban sido sus maestras; rudas y severas, pero que la haban hecho fuerte, aunque inducindola al error.
El ministro, por el contrario, nunca haba pasado por una experiencia tal que le condujera a poner en tela de juicio las leyes generalmente aceptadas; bien que en una sola ocasin hubiera quebrantado una de las ms sagradas. Pero esto haba sido un pecado cometido por la pasin, no las consecuencias de principios determinados, ni siquiera de un propsito. Desde aquella malhadada poca, haba observado con mrbido celo y minuciosidad, no sus acciones, porque stas eran fciles de arreglar, sino cada emocin por leve que fuera, y hasta cada pensamiento. Hallndose a la cabeza del sistema social, como lo estaba el eclesistico en aquella poca, se encontraba por esa misma causa ms encadenado por sus reglas, sus principios y aun sus prevenciones injustas. Como ministro del altar que era, el mecanismo del sistema de la institucin lo comprima inevitablemente. Como hombre que haba cometido una falta una vez, pero que conservaba su conciencia viva y penosamente sensible, merced al roce constante de una herida que no se haba cicatrizado, poda suponrsele ms a salvo de pecar de nuevo que si nunca hubiese delinquido.
As nos parece observar que, en cuanto a Ester, los siete aos de ignominia y destierro social haban sido slo una preparacin para esta hora. Pero, y Arturo Dimmesdale? Si este hombre delinquiera de nuevo, qu excusa podra presentarse para atenuar su crimen? Ninguna, a menos que le valiera de algo decir que sus fuerzas estaban quebrantadas en virtud de largos e intensos padecimientos; que su espritu estaba obscurecido y confuso por el remordimiento que lo corroa; que entre la alternativa de huir como un criminal confeso o permanecer siendo un hipcrita, sera difcil hallar la decisin ms justa; que est en la naturaleza humana evitar el peligro de muerte e infamia y las sutiles maquinaciones de un enemigo; y, finalmente, que este pobre peregrino, dbil, enfermo, infeliz, vio brillar inesperadamente, en su senda desierta y sombra, un rayo de afecto humano y de simpata, una nueva vida, llena de sinceridad, en cambio de la triste y pesada vida de expiacin que estaba ahora llevando. Y dgase tambin la siguiente y amarga verdad: la brecha que el delito ha abierto una vez en el alma humana, jams queda completamente cerrada mientras conservamos nuestra condicin mortal. Tiene que vigilarse y guardarse, para que el enemigo no penetre de nuevo en la fortaleza, y escoja quizs otros medios de entrar que los empleados antes. Pero siempre est all el muro abierto, y junto a l el enemigo artificioso que, con cautela y a hurtadillas, trata de obtener de nuevo una victoria ms completa.
La lucha, si hubo alguna, no es preciso describirla; baste decir que Dimmesdale resolvi emprender la fuga, y no solo.
—Si en todos estos siete aos pasados—pens—pudiera yo recordar un solo momento de paz o de esperanza, an lo soportara todo confiando en la clemencia del Cielo; pero puesto que estoy irremediablemente condenado, por qu no gozar del solaz concedido al sentenciado antes de su ejecucin? o si este sendero, como Ester trata de persuadirme, es el que conduce a una vida mejor, por qu no seguirlo? Ni puedo vivir por ms tiempo sin la compaa de Ester, cuya fuerza para sostenerme es tan vigorosa, as como lo es tambin su poder para calmar las angustias de mi alma. Oh T a quien no me atrevo a levantar las miradas!—me perdonars?
—T partirs,—dijo Ester con reposado acento al encontrar las miradas de Dimmesdale.
Una vez tomada la decisin, el brillo de una extraa alegra esparci su vacilante esplendor sobre el rostro inquieto del ministro. Fue el efecto animador que experimenta un prisionero, que precisamente acaba de librarse del calabozo de su propio corazn, al respirar la libre y borrascosa atmsfera de una regin selvtica, sin leyes y sin freno de ninguna especie. Su espritu se elev, como de un golpe, a alturas ms excelsas de las que le fue dado alcanzar durante todos los aos que el infortunio le haba mantenido clavado en la tierra; y como era de un temperamento en extremo religioso, en su actual animacin haba inevitablemente algo espiritual.
—Siento de nuevo la alegra?—se preguntaba, sorprendido de s mismo.—Crea que el germen de todo contento haba muerto en m. Oh Ester, t eres mi ngel bueno! Me parece que me arroj, enfermo, contaminado por la culpa, abatido por el dolor, sobre estas hojas de la selva, y que me he levantado otro hombre completamente nuevo, y con nuevas fuerzas para glorificar a Aquel que ha sido tan misericordioso. Esta es ya una vida mejor. Por qu no nos hemos encontrado antes?
—No miremos hacia atrs,—respondi Ester,—lo pasado es pasado: para qu detenernos ahora en l? Mira! con este smbolo deshago todo lo hecho y procedo como si nunca hubiera existido.
Y diciendo esto, desabroch los corchetes que aseguraban la letra escarlata, y arrancndola de su pecho la arroj a una gran distancia entre las hojas secas. El smbolo mstico cay en la misma orilla del arroyuelo, y a poco ms lo habra hecho en el agua que le hubiera arrastrado en su melanclica corriente, agregando un nuevo dolor a la historia que constantemente estaba refiriendo en sus murmullos. Pero all qued la letra bordada brillando como una joya perdida que algn malhadado viajero podra recoger, para verse despus perseguido quiz por extraos sueos de crimen, abatimiento del corazn e infortunio sin igual.
Una vez arrojada la insignia fatal, dio Ester un largo y profundo suspiro con el que su espritu se libr de la vergenza y angustia que la haban oprimido. Oh exquisito alivio! No haba conocido su verdadero peso hasta que se sinti libre de l. Movida de otro impulso, se quit la gorra que aprisionaba sus cabellos, que cayeron sobre sus espaldas, ricos, negros, con una mezcla de luz y sombra en su abundancia, comunicndole al rostro todo el encanto de una suave expresin. Jugueteaba en los labios y brillaba en los ojos una tierna y radiante sonrisa, que pareca tener su origen en su femenino corazn. Las mejillas, tan plidas hasta entonces, se vean animadas de rosado color. Su sexo, su juventud, y toda la riqueza de su hermosura se dira que haban surgido de nuevo de lo que se llama el pasado irrevocable, y se agrupaban en torno de ella con su esperanza virginal y una felicidad hasta entonces desconocida, y todo dentro del mgico crculo de esta hora. Y como si la obscuridad y tristeza de la tierra y del firmamento solo hubieran sido el reflejo de lo que pasaba en el corazn de estos dos mortales, se desvanecieron tambin con su dolor. De pronto, como con repentina sonrisa del cielo, el sol hizo una especie de irrupcin en la tenebrosa selva, derramando un torrente de esplendor, alegrando cada hoja verde, convirtiendo las amarillentas en doradas, y brillando entre los negruzcos troncos de los solemnes rboles. Los objetos, que hasta entonces haban esparcido solamente sombras, eran ahora cuerpos luminosos. El curso del arroyuelo podra trazarse, merced a su alegre murmullo, hasta all a lo lejos en el misterioso centro de aquella selva que se haba convertido en testigo de una alegra an ms misteriosa.

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