On the Night of the Seventh Moon

Oh, Helena, Ernst and I have been beside ourselves with anxiety. “

I cried out: “That’s not true. Maximilian brought me back here. The next day he called and asked me to marry him. We were married by the priest in the lodge.”

Ilse put a hand over her eyes and Ernst turned away as if overcome by emotion.

At length she sat on the bed and took my hand.

“My dearest child,” she said, ‘you must not worry. We will look after you. As soon as you face the truth you will grow away from it. I will tell you bluntly what happened on the Night of the Seventh Moon. You were lost; you were taken into the forest, I believe, and there criminally assaulted. You found your way back to us, so shocked that you didn’`t seem to remember clearly what happened. We put you to bed and called in an old doctor friend of Ernst’s to see you. His advice was that you should be given sedatives until your mind and body had recovered from the shock. He has been to see you every day . “

“Every day. But I have not been here!”

“Yes, Helena, you have been in this bed ever since that terrible night when you stumbled in.”

“It’s not possible.”

“There!” Ilse patted my hand.

“It has been a nightmare but you’re going to put it out of your mind. It is the only way.”

“But he came here,” I cried.

“You know he came here. We were married.

You two were witnesses. ” I felt for the ring he had put on my finger and turned cold with terror because it was not there.

“My ring,” I said.

“Where is my ring? Someone has taken it.”

“Ring, Helena? What ring is this?”

“My wedding-ring.”

Again those significant looks passed between them.

“Helena, I wish you’d try to rest,” said Ilse.

“We can talk about this tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!” I cried.

“How can I rest until tomorrow?”

Ilse said: “We must be clear because I can see that you will have no rest until you have rid your mind of this hallucination.”

“Hallucination

”

“Perhaps we were wrong, Ernst. But we thought it best. Dr. Carlsberg is a brilliant doctor. He is in advance of his time. He thought that he must do all he could to blot out that shocking memory until your mind had had time to adjust itself.”

“Please, please, tell me what happened.”

“You came home in this terrible condition. Some brute had found you in the crowd and somehow got you to the forest . close to the Altstadt. There he assaulted you. Thank God you found your way back to us. “

T don’t believe it. Surely I know what happened to me . Maximilian Count Lokenberg brought me back. We were married at the lodge. You know we were. You and Ernst were witnesses. “

Ilse shook her head. She repeated slowly:

“When you came back we got you to bed and we called Dr. Carlsberg.

We knew what had happened. It was painfully obvious. He gave you some medicine in order to calm you and make you sleep. He said you had had a terrible shock and in view of what we could tell him about your family he thought it wiser to keep you under his care until you were well enough to grasp what had happened. You have been under sedation for the last few days but he did say that this was likely to produce hallucinations. In fact that’s what he hoped. “

It was the second time she had used that word. I was really frightened now.

She added: “Helena, you must believe me. Since you came home on that terrible night you have not left this bed.”

“It’s impossible.”

“It’s true. Ernst will bear me out, and so will Dr. Carlsberg when you see him. You have been raving about someone called Maximilian. But you have been here in your bed all the time.”

“But I am married.”

“My dear, try to rest now. Let’s sort it out in the morning.”

I looked from one to the other. They watched me with compassion. Ilse murmured: “If only We should never have gone out without you, Ernst. If we had stayed indoors. Oh God, if only we’d stayed indoors.”

I thought: I am dreaming. I shall wake up in a moment and find this is a nightmare.

“Ernst,” said Ilse, ‘perhaps you’d better ask Dr. Carlsberg to come and see Helena at once. “

I lay back on my pillow. I felt exhausted yet convinced that at any moment I would wake up to reality.

I touched my finger believing that my ring would miraculously be there. I had promised when Maximilian had put it on that I would never take it off.

When I opened my eyes I was alone.

I felt a little better; the dazed feeling was beginning to pass.

Of course I had proof. It was strange about my ring. Could it have slipped off my finger? It had been rather loose and might be in the bed somewhere. But why should my cousin Ilse pretend that I had been in my bed for six days if I had not? Six days! It was impossible. One could not be unconscious for six days. Under sedation? Those words were ominous. And why should Ilse and Ernst, who had been so kind to me, tell such a story? What could be their motive? I had had nothing but kindness from them and they seemed as though they were trying to help me now.

Oh no, I could not believe what they were telling me. I would stand against that. They were saying that instead of the man I loved, the noble count, who to me was the very essence of romance and my own husband, was a man who took women and forced them to submit to him and then abandoned them. I would not believe that. And yet they said I had been here for six days.

It was impossible. Yet Ilse and Ernst said it was so. Why?

If I could find that ring I could prove to them . It must be in the bed. It must have slipped off my finger. But if it had, then my cousin was lying to me. Why?

I got out of bed. The room swam round but I was determined to ignore that. I searched the bed but I could not find the ring. Perhaps it had rolled on to the floor. I could find it nowhere. I was feeling faint but the great need to find this symbol of my marriage urged me on.

What could have happened to the ring?

I was glad to get back into bed because searching for it had exhausted me.

I lay there trying to fight off the terrible drowsiness which was persisting. But I could not and when I awoke it was to find Ilse at my bedside with a strange man.

He was middle-aged, bearded, with piercing blue eyes.

“This is Dr. Carlsberg,” said Dse.

I half raised myself.

“There is so much I want to know.”

He nodded.

“I understand.”

“You would like me to leave you,” said Ilse; and he nodded again.

When she had gone he sat beside the bed and said, “How are you feeling?”

“That I am going mad,” I told him.

“You have been under the influence of certain sedatives,” he said.

“So they told me. But I do not believe...

He smiled.

“Your dreams have seemed as real as life,” he said.

“That is what I expected. They were pleasant dreams.”

“I don’t believe they were dreams. I can’t.”

“But they were pleasant. They were just what you wanted to happen. Was that so?”

“I was very happy.”

He nodded.

“It was necessary. You were in a deplorable state when I was called in.”

“You mean on the Night of the Seventh Moon?”

“That’s what it is called, yes. You had been out amongst the revellers, lost your cousin and that happened. It had shocked you perhaps even more than a young girl would normally be shocked in such circumstances. It was a mercy you were not murdered.”