The
Mosaic
by Aurel Antonie
The idea of the mosaic had dawned upon the
Emperor during one of his artistic whims. He had dallied with every
art in turn and now he was looking for a new way of expression, able
to combine them all. And he had found the mosaic. After some
attempts necessary to persuade him that working on a mosaic was a
hard job and took a long time, he summoned all the mosaic experts of
the empire and, having shown them the piece already begun, he
ordered them to continue. The workers in mosaic started to work and
within a few months completed it. A fine mosaic fenced in by a
balcony of white marble with an ebony balustrade. A water sheet
endlessly washed the surface of the mosaic, so that colours seemed
to move in an undulating play. The beauty of that art gift was
unparalleled. The Emperor spent long hours in front of it, watching
the subtle play of light and colour, which fascinated him.
It goes without saying that the mosaic
represented the Emperor riding his battle horse, in full armour and
with his visor raised. The image radiated power, majesty, a
boundless haughtiness, which went beyond the narrow edges of the
work.
A few days after the unveiling, the head of the
guardsmen approached the Emperor who was admiring his work; he was
bringing with him a gipsy-like youth, with fiery eyes. The captain
struck his breast with his gloved right hand and told the Emperor,
looking straight into his eyes:
„This man requests the permission to speak to
you, Master of the World. He says he is mosaic layer.”
„Go away!” The Emperor god rid of him. Then he
turned to the young man, who was kneeling: „You say that you work in
mosaic?”
„I do, Sun of the World!”
„Then, come closer and look at that art jewel and
tell me if your eyes have ever seen a mosaic to match it!”
„Light of the Earth, my eyes are blinded by so
much beauty and I don’t think there is another one to surpass it,
and yet...”
„Yet what?” The Emperor frowned.
„Wet, I bear in my mind a mosaic whose greatness
is suited to your brightness, Boundless Power. A vast mosaic which
cannot be grasped by any man’s eye. A mosaic for the eyes of a God
or of an Emperor. The boundlessness of your greatness cannot be
bounded in this small mosaic created by some poor masters, to render
your name immortal. Please watch it, Supreme Power, how it
struggles, how your proud eyes are hampered by this limited
horizon...”
„Shut up!” the Emperor shouted, grasping the
wooden rail.
He looked frowning at the object he had thought
perfect not long ago. „What is perfection? And, especially, where is
perfection? How can a man’s words alter my state of mind and how is
it possible that some simple words may change the quality of an
object from the finest work of art into an ordinary work? Actually
not the words alone, but my aroused imagination and my pride. As a
matter of fact, I granted it the quality of unparalleled work and I
can deny it all the same. Nothing is absolute, everything depends on
me. On me, as long as I live, but later, another Emperor will reject
everything I created and will create new mosaics, which he will feel
to be perfect. And yet, an immense mosaic, whose edges are not to be
seen by any man’s eye, shall not be denied by any mortal. Perhaps
only gods could contest it, but wat an honour to be disputed by
gods! Neither were the pyramids ever matched, or denied, or
destroyed!”
„Listen, man, can you make such a mosaic?”
„I can!” The young man’s eyes were shining like
stars.
The making of the mosaic started the next day on
a vast plain, at the border of the desert. The blue mountains from
the north provided the stone, and the coloured marble was brought
from the southern provinces. In the first days, the mosaic worker
asked the slaves to bring the materials in the centre of the plain.
Then, one night, he started working. In the morning, the carters
found him at the height of work. He was stooping over the mosaic and
spoke to no one. The mosaic expert worked all day long and did never
stop, not even for eating. The next day, when the slaves brought the
baskets full of coloured pebbles, they found him at work and the
food untouched. The next day, the same happened. Every morning, they
found him with ever greater difficulty, ever farther. He worked at
an amazing speed. Rumours were spread that he never slept.
The mosaic spread on the plain according to a
strange plan, leaving here and there empty places on the stone
surface, like a kind of grass islets. Because of his working speed,
materials started being brought by long convoys of waggons, which
crossed the vast surface of the mosaic. An ever greater number of
slaves were now working for the mosaic.
When the Emperor came to see the work, the mosaic
had gone beyond the edge of the plain and it began to cover the
desert. It was impossible for a man to make such an expanse of
mosaic, no matter how many helping hands he had. The Emperor walked
for five hours across the mosaic until he found the young worker.
Coloured lines were chasing one another and crossed on the boundless
surface, turning around dark colour spots. Without dismounting, the
Emperor asked whether the mosaic was to represent him, since he did
not distinguish anything similar to a man’s face. The mosaic-maker,
who did not stop working, told him that what he could see in that
plain was nothing else than one of the dents of a spur. The Emperor
left the mosaic quite overwhelmed. Indeed, what that mosaic worker
was doing exceeded any human imagination.
After a few days, the Emperor was visited by the
treasurer who announced him that the new mosaic might swallow all
the incomes of the Empire. New taxes were created for the
population.
After two months, when all the slaves of the
Empire were working under the command of the young mosaic-maker, the
desert had disappeared under the stone armour and the mosaic
threatened to touch the boundary of the Nubers. The mosaic needed
space and the Imperator was in need of gold, so that war broke out.
After the land of the Nubers, the mosaic engulfed the fertile plains
of the Burrus Land. At the time, the mosaic-maker was nowhere to be
found on the incredibly large mosaic, and they lost touch with him.
Nevertheless, it seems that he kept working at some of the edges,
since the mosaic was growing all the time. There was some talk that
the mosaic grew by itself and that the mosaic-maker had been
swallowed by the unleashed stone.
The boundless plains where wheat once grew had
disappeared under the stone cover. Starvation started being felt and
the first upheavals broke out in the Empire. The Emperor was
compelled by the present situation to order that work for the mosaic
should be discontinued. It was too late. The young mosaic-maker
could not be found anywhere and the mosaic grew ceaselessly.
Villages and cities disappeared under the implacable progress of the
stone. The wars waged at the borders of the Empire had no longer any
reason, when the mosaic invaded the battlefields. Conquered and
conquerors were all swallowed by that stone image of boundless
vainglory.
There began an exode of the people to the edges
of the mosaic, but the latter grew faster than the walking of the
people, who starved to death on the shining surface. Their corpses
were absorbed by the stone and only the bones, with their whiteness,
were integrated in the arabesques of the design. Mountains and
rivers disappeared under the stone cover. The whole Earth was
stifled under the many-colour armour of the mosaic.
When the whole planet succumbed under the stone
coat, the Emperor was the only survivor. It was then that he could
see the mosaic in its vast display. The colossal mosaic, which had
fettered the planet, represented the Emperor, crouching and sobbing.
Translated by Sorana Georgescu-Gorjan
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