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A glory as of heaven fell upon us and in it we dwelt a space. "Beloved," she whispered at length in a voice that was choked as though with tears, "if it chances that we should be separated again for a little while, you will not grieve over much?" "Knowing all I should try not to grieve, Yva, seeing that in truth we never can be parted. But do you mean that I shall die?"
I think that both Bastin and Bickley, by instinct as it were, knew what had passed between Yva and myself and that she had promised herself to me. They showed this by the way in which they avoided any mention of her name. Also they began to talk of their own plans for the future as matters in which I had no part.
In your folly you tried to kill him, and as it chanced he bore it well because he loves courage. But another time he may strike back, and then, Bastin " "I am not afraid of him," he answered, "but I do not like tunnels. Still, perhaps it would be better to accompany you than to be left in this place alone. Now I will unpack the food." Yva turned to go.
Sooner would he give his daughter in marriage to an ape than to a child of the Barbarians who had worked on them so many woes and striven to break the golden fetters of their rule. "Look again!" continued Yva. "He warns, he threatens.
"What do you mean?" I asked, starting. "Mean? Well, if you didn't notice it, there's hope for you." "Notice what?" "All that envoy scene. There, as I thought, appeared Yva. Do you admit that?" "Of course; there could be no mistake on that point." "Very well.
Further, she commanded us to stand in a row with our backs against the rock wall, at certain spots which she indicated with great precision, and whatever we saw or heard on no account to move. So there we stood, Bickley next to me, and beyond him Bastin. Then Yva took the fourth shield, as I noted a much larger one than ours, and placed herself between me and the search-light or porthole.
Bickley asked in a rather cross voice and avoiding the direct issue. "Do you also send thoughts to work your errands clothed in your own shape, Lady Yva?" "Alas! not so, though perhaps I could if I might. It is very simple, Bickley.
I suppose that Yva came with us though I never saw her do so, and the odd thing was that when we arrived in the sepulchre, she seemed already to be standing there waiting to direct us. "Really," remarked Bastin, "this is exactly like Maskelyne and Cook. Did you ever see their performance, Bickley? If so, it must have given you lots to explain for quite a long while."
She bowed to the Prince and his company and they bowed back to her. More, we saw a glance of recognition pass between her and the Prince. Now the real Yva by our side pointed to the shadow Yva of the vision or the picture, whichever it might be called, a strange thing to see her do, and went on: "The daughter of the Lord Oro comes. The Prince of the Nations salutes her.
At any rate it began to fall, slowly at first, then more swiftly, and afterwards at an incredible pace, so that in a few seconds the mouth of the pit above us grew small and presently vanished quite away. I looked up at Yva who was standing composedly in the midst of our prostrate shapes. She bent down and called in my ear: "All is well. The heat begins, but it will not endure for long."
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