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Updated: May 24, 2025
Beneath me the labouring horse; at my side the steady crest of light which sat on Ayesha's brow, and through the tumult a clear, exultant voice that sang "I promised thee wild weather! Now, Holly, dost thou believe that I can loose the prisoned Powers of the world?"
As mystery wrapped Ayesha's origin and lives for the truth of these things I never learned so did mystery wrap her deaths, or rather her departings, for I cannot think her dead. Surely she still is, if not on earth, then in some other sphere?
Of course I knew at once that this was but another manifestation of Ayesha's magic powers, which some whim of hers had drawn us from our beds to witness. Yet I confess that I felt frightened.
After this we started without more words, I keeping up my spirits by reflecting that the whole business was nonsense and that there could be nothing to dread. All too soon we passed the ruined archway and were admitted into Ayesha's presence in the usual fashion.
The earth at my feet was rife with creeping plants and many-coloured flowers, the sky overhead was half-hid by motionless pines. Suddenly, whether crawling out from the herbage, or dropping down from the trees, by my side stood the white-robed and skeleton form, Ayesha's attendant, the Strangler. I sprang from him shuddering, then halted and faced him.
Ayesha's face and form were perfect, it is true; but so are those of some other women. Not in these then did it live alone, but rather, I think, especially while what I may call her human moods were on her, in the soft mystery that dwelt upon her features and gathered and changed in her splendid eyes.
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