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When she had spoken, Alumion tripped to the flowing spring, and, taking a cup which was standing on the edge of the basin, filled it from the pellucid stream. "Give me your hand," she murmured, holding out her own, and lifting her celestial eyes, so full of love and tenderness, to mine.
Now whether it was phantasy or some foreign ingredient I cannot tell, but the water seemed to taste like nectar, and to run through all my veins like wine. The glamour of the lights and the perfume of the waters wrought upon my senses, and, yielding to the intoxication of my love, I caught Alumion to my arms.
Why had we not stayed in Venus? Why had we come to Mercury? Why had we endeavoured to do so much? What folly had drawn me into this mad venture at all? No, I could not say that. I could not call it folly which had brought me to Alumion. I had no regret, but on the contrary an unspeakable joy and gratitude on that score.
A blush mounted to her cheek as she answered with a divine glance, "Meet me at sunset to-morrow, and I will be yours." As yet I had not mentioned my adventure with Alumion to any of my companions, but that night I said to Gazen, as we smoked our cigars together, "Wish me joy, old fellow! I am going to be married."
"I thank you," she replied with a beaming smile as she came and took them from my hand. "They are very beautiful, and I shall keep them for your sake." "For my sake!" Inspired by love I continued in a voice trembling with emotion, "Alumion can you not guess what brings me here?" A blush rose to her cheek as she bent over the flowers.
Under the circumstances I was far from pleased with them for having carried me off without asking my leave, knowing as they should have done, that I would be eager to rejoin Alumion; but experience of travel had taught me that a man must not expect to have it all his own way, and should know when to let his companions have theirs, and above all things to keep his temper.
I shrank back, for I thought he was about to spring upon me; but Alumion, laughing gaily at my fears, stepped quickly up to him, and stroked him with her hand. The serpent laid his head caressingly upon her shoulder and emitted a low faint note of pleasure.
Inebriated with the cup of bliss which I had only tasted, I began to repent me of my promise to leave Womla. "To-morrow Alumion will be mine," I reflected, "but for how long? A few days at the most. It is too bad!" An idea struck me. "Gazen," said I that night as soon as I had a convenient opportunity to speak with him, "I have married Alumion."
"Will she ever marry?" enquired Gazen. I waited for the answer with a beating heart. "Oh, yes," replied Otāré, "why not? She will marry if she finds a lover whom she can love. There are many who admire Alumion." "What of yourself?" asked the professor, smiling pointedly. "You seem to know a good deal about her." "I am her brother."
Alumion our friends at home when they admired the sun would they ever fancy that it was our grave ever dream that our ashes were whirling in its flames. The cry of Othello, in his despair, which I had learned at school, came back to my mind "Blow me about in winds! Roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!" Regrets, remorse, and bitter reflections overwhelmed me.
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