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'I will always believe it, said Calladon; and then the Master bade him good night, and Calladon fell asleep. The next morning, when Calladon woke up, the first thing he saw was a lovely little girl slumbering beside him. For a moment he was greatly astonished, for he had forgotten that the Master had gone, and that he had promised him a companion.
'Not that way; you should push it sideways; see like this, said Callia; and she shoved it a little towards the right. Sure enough, a part of the alabaster wall slid back, so that the children were able to look into the room beyond. 'It seems rather dark; don't you think so? remarked Calladon, drawing back after a moment. 'We must take a lamp along with us, said Callia.
The Master had lived with Calladon ever since Calladon could remember, and probably for a good while before that. The Master had tended him in his illness, played with him in his plays, helped him in his studies, and sympathised with him in his troubles. Calladon loved the Master as much as if he had been his father and mother in one.
There was nothing beautiful about him. 'I have become what the mirror has already showed me that I was, he said humbly. 'But I would rather seem as ugly as I am, than seem beautiful when I am ugly. 'Calladon, said the tall man again, 'your work is done, and you deserve some reward.
'I can see better, too! exclaimed Calladon. 'Our lamp seems to be getting brighter. By and by, perhaps, it will be as bright as the great lamp was. 'Meanwhile, said Callia, 'let us begin our explorations.
And as he wanted his happiness, and hers, to begin as soon as possible, he bent over and kissed her on the lips. She opened a pair of lovely blue eyes, and yawned, and said 'Where am I? Oh! Calladon, is that you? How handsome you look, and how good you are! 'How did you know me? asked Calladon. 'If I am Callia, you must be Calladon! replied she, laughing. 'Who else could you be?
At length they came to a great heap of some dark substance, piled up in an obscure corner. 'What is this? said Calladon, stirring it with his foot. Callia stooped down and took up a piece of it in her hand. 'It shines, she said. 'It must be something valuable. Hold the lamp nearer. 'It is certainly some kind of jewel, said Calladon, after they had examined it.
'No, said Calladon, 'because the part of the flame that we take away will become our own, and would keep on burning even if the great lamp were to go out. They lit the lamp accordingly. As they did so, the air around them grew colder than before, and a gust of strangely melancholy music sighed through the room.
There was a low crackling sound in the air, like the noise of burning wood, and hot puffs of steamy vapour were wafted into the children's faces, smelling like the inside of a pig-sty. Strange to say, however, neither Calladon nor Callia appeared to find this odour disagreeable, but quite the contrary; and they went onwards with evident gratification.
Suppose we make our home here? 'I was going to propose the same thing, answered Calladon. 'And I have been thinking, Callia, that perhaps this is the real Abra that we are in now. For what can be better than what we like best?
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