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The pageant went on, as its actor thought, most successfully for three days or so; but at last the dupe, unable to contain herself longer, appealed to Amyas, "Ayacanora quite English girl now; is she not?" heard a titter behind her, looked round, saw a dozen honest faces in broad grin, comprehended all in a moment, darted down the companion-ladder, and vanished.
The Piache relented, like a prudent man; Ayacanora returned to her hut to sulk; and Amyas to his island, to long for Cary's return, for he felt himself on dangerous ground. He brought back three of the wounded men, now pretty nigh cured; the other two, who had lost a leg apiece, had refused to come.
Leigh stood watching as she stood once before, beside the churchyard wall: but not alone this time; for Ayacanora stood by her side, and gazed and gazed, till her eyes seemed ready to burst from their sockets. At last she turned away with a sob, "And he never bade me good-bye, mother!" "God forgive him! Come home and pray, my child; there is no other rest on earth than prayer for woman's heart!"
Then a kiss and a sob passed between the women; and he felt Ayacanora sink once more upon his bosom. "Amyas, my son," said the silver voice of Mrs. Leigh, low, dreamy, like the far-off chimes of angels' bells from out the highest heaven, "fear not to take her to your heart again; for it is your mother who has laid her there." "It is true, after all," said Amyas to himself.
And he stood for full ten minutes searching for an answer, which seemed to fly farther and farther off the more he sought for it. His eye glanced upon Ayacanora. The two girls were whispering to her smilingly. He saw one of them glance a look toward him, and then say something, which raised a beautiful blush in the maiden's face. With a playful blow at the speaker, she turned away.
They had sent over by a fishing-skiff the day before to bid the sexton dig the grave; and when they came into the churchyard, the parson stood ready waiting at the gate. Mrs. "Ayacanora," she said, "they are burying old Master Yeo, who loved you, and sought you over the wide, wide world, and saved you from the teeth of the crocodile. Are you not sorry for him, child, that you look so gay to-day?"
A crack which rent the sky, a bright world of flame, and then a blank of utter darkness. The great proud sea captain has been struck blind by the flash of lightning. Once more Amyas Leigh has come home. His work is over, his hatred dead. And Ayacanora will comfort him. "Amyas, my son," said Mrs. Leigh, "fear not to take her to your heart, for it is your mother who has laid her there!"
If the tribe knew, they did not care to tell: but Ayacanora, the moment she found out his wishes, vanished into the forest, and returned in two days, saying that she had found the fugitives; but she would not show him where they were, unless he promised not to kill them.
So Ayacanora went home to Burrough, and Raleigh the Indian to Sir Richard's house. The entry of his baptism still stands, crooked-lettered, in the old parchment register of the Bideford baptisms for 1587-3: "Raleigh, a Winganditoian: March 26." His name occurs once more, a year and a month after: "Rawly, a Winganditoian, April 1589." But it is not this time among the baptisms.
There was the rustle of a gown; Ayacanora sprang from him with a little cry, and stood, half-trembling, half-defiant, as if to say, "He is mine now; no one dare part him from me!" "Who is it?" asked Amyas. "Your mother." "You see that I am bringing forth fruits meet for repentance, mother," said he, with a smile. He heard her approach.
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