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Moreover, although there was not much furniture in the room, nor many toys to play with, yet whenever Calladon needed anything, he was sure to find it ready to his hand. It is true that he seldom wished for anything that he ought not to have, and if he did, the pressure of the golden sash across his heart warned him to forbear.
Holding the lamp before them, they advanced together curiously through the gloom; but, as Calladon had said, their lamp seemed continually to grow brighter, or else their eyes became more accustomed to the darkness, so that presently they were able to see their way with little difficulty.
'Well, said Calladon, 'I suppose it is time we had our breakfast. The breakfast was there, but it was neither so good nor so plentiful as before; and Calladon and Callia felt comparatively little appetite. This displeased them; and they began to ask each other how they should contrive to amuse themselves during the day.
'I am not fit to be seen in the light of Abra! 'Take courage, said his guide. 'Callia is here. See, she is asleep. Go to her, Calladon, and look in the mirror on her bosom. So Calladon drew near, and looked into the magic mirror. But instead of a hideous and misshapen little dwarf, it showed him the image of a noble and beautiful boy, with rosy cheeks and bright eyes.
'They belong to us, since we have found them, returned Calladon; 'and if anyone says they are his, we can say it is not true. Who has more right here than we? 'I don't see why we should go back at all, observed Callia. 'I feel much more comfortable and happy in this pleasant light and smoke than I did in that glaring white Abra, with its cold air and its tiresome music.
As to doing anything that the Master had warned them against, they really had not had time so much as to think of such a thing. But night came at last, and they found themselves getting sleepy. Before going to bed, Calladon said 'By the way, Callia, have you got a mirror round your neck? 'Do you mean this pretty little thing, set in precious stones? Shall I give it to you, dearest Calladon?
Scarcely had the tall man uttered these awful words, than Calladon saw Callia suddenly vanish from his side; and at the same moment he felt the heavy stroke of the whip across his shoulders, and heard the stern voice bidding him work.
From that time forth there was no unhappiness for either Callia or Calladon, because they had learnt that the light of Abra was the only true light, and that their strength was not their own. Oscar lived beside the sea, and had no companions except the waves, the seagulls, the sunsets and sunrises, the moonlight and the shore. He was happy, and yet there was something that he wanted.
'That is all I need tell you now, said the Master; 'for if you obey these three rules, you will not need to know more, and if you disobey them, nothing more that I could say would help you. 'I would have done all that without being told, said Calladon; 'and the only thing I don't like is having nobody to see or to speak to.
'Well, Calladon, what do you think of yourself? said the tall man, in a somewhat less stern tone than before. 'Are you as handsome as you once were? So Calladon looked at himself; and he saw that he was begrimed with dirt, and that his back had been broken by the whip, and one shoulder made higher than the other; and his face was bruised and covered with sores.
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