“I traded my soul to the devil for five hundred years
added to the middle of my life,” she said quite seriously. She watched the
horizon bob up and down in the distance. I looked at her with the same careful
concentration that she gave to nothing. She was lost in the space of many
centuries worth of memories searching through the faces and the days that left
no real mark on so long a life.
“You trade your soul to the devil for five hundred
years?” I repeated slowly, “Why?”
She looked at me, or rather in my direction, but her mind
was still lost in recollection. “Because God wouldn’t give them to me, and the
devil would.”
I shook my head trying to straighten out my thoughts,
“yes, but why five hundred years, why not 100? Why not 1000? Why five hundred
years? What did you need to do that would take so long?”
She began to hover just below the surface of her memories
nearly touching the surface and returning to our current time. “I had to find
what could be done with enough time. I had to find if it was merely time that
limited one from having a full life. One hundred years is only one life time,
and one thousand was more than the devil was willing to offer.”
I watched her face as she ran again the nearly endless
memories contain within her mind. “And is it time that has limited you?”
She shook her head solemnly. She looked up at the stars,
one of the few things that had remained constant in her extended life. “I never
found what I was looking for. I searched so very hard, but I never found what I
needed to find.”
“Surely you still have time? How many of your five
hundred years have you used?”
She looked squarely at me, at last returning to our
present, “Five hundred and ten this past August,” she smiled sorrowfully.
She didn’t look a day past thirty, yet so many years were
clearly visible in her eyes. A depth of wisdom was there that could not be
confused.
“I have lived long enough to learn every language, see
every country, even the founding of most of them. I’ve lived long enough to see
the march of progress crush the old world into the dust, see the modern world
come and then be made obsolete. I have lived long enough to learn every
instrument, and every song every written. I have seen and done everything a
hundred times over. I have done all these things, and yet I still have not
found what I have been searching for. In fact, I’ve been searching for so long
I don’t think I can even remember what it might have been that I sought.”
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