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"If that is your opinion, why go at all?" queried Heliobas, with a slight disdain in his accents. "Return to England instead forget the name of 'Ardath, and forget also the one who bade you meet her there, and who has waited for you 'these many thousand days!" Alwyn started as if he had been stung. "Ah!" he exclaimed.
Then, drawing several sheets of paper toward him, he began to write with extraordinary rapidity and eagerness his pen travelled on smoothly, uninterrupted by blot or erasure. Sometimes he paused but when he did it was always with an upraised, attentively listening expression. Once he murmured aloud "ARDATH! Nay, I shall not forget! we will meet at ARDATH!" and again he resumed his occupation.
Stopped by some invisible, intangible barrier, which despite all his efforts, forcibly prevented him from advancing one step further, she was close within an arm's length of him and yet he could not touch her! ... Nothing apparently divided them, save a small breadth of the Ardath blossoms gleaming ivory-soft in the moonlight ... nevertheless that invincible influence thrust him back and held him fast, as though he were chained to the ground with weights of iron!
To the world your Ardath adventure is the SEMBLANCE of truth, and only man's opinion thereon is worth trusting as the Truth itself!" Over the wistful, brooding thoughtfulness of Alwyn's countenance swept a sudden light of magnificent resolution.
"This has been in the possession of the various members of our Order for ages, it is our chief treasure, and is seldom, I may say never, shown to strangers, but the mystic mandate you have received concerning the 'field of Ardath' entitles you to see what I think must needs prove interesting to you under the circumstances."
He had heard the whole story of the Field of Ardath; and he knew not how much to accept of it as true, or how much to set down to his friend's ardent imagination.
It is, as it was then, a waste field, lying about four miles west of the Babylonian ruins, and there is nothing whatever to hinder you from journeying thither when you please." Alwyn's expression as he heard this was one of stupefied amazement. Part of his so-called "dream" had already proved itself true a "field of Ardath" actually existed! "You are certain of what you say?" he demanded.
The only mysterious part of the affair is this 'Field of Ardath, ... how its name haunts me! ... and how HER face shines before the eyes of my memory! That SHE should be a phantom of my own creation seems impossible for when have I, even in my wildest freaks of fancy, ever imagined a creature half so fair!"
Of course, in spite of the contrary assertions made by that remarkably interesting Chaldean monk Heliobas, I feel I am the victim of a brain-delusion, therefore it is just as well I should see this 'field of Ardath' and satisfy myself that nothing comes of it in which case I shall be cured of my craze."
Say, didst thou not summon me to meet thee here upon this wondrous Field of Ardath? did I not come hither according to thy words? and have I not seen things that I am not able to express or understand? Teach me, wise and beloved one! ... I doubt no more!
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