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'On which side of us is the alabaster wall? No light comes through either side; and yet, when we were in Abra, it seemed to shine through and illuminate both the outer rooms. 'The great lamp must have gone out; all lamps go out after a while, I suppose, replied Callia. 'But that is no harm; when we go back we can light it again from our own. It does not seem so dark here as it was at first.
'It will not do to stay here, said Calladon, as soon as he had caught his breath. 'That creature probably owns the jewels, and we should never be safe from him. And I have lost ever so many of the stones while Here Calladon broke off suddenly, and uttered a cry. 'What is the matter? asked Callia. 'Is the creature here again?
But Calladon was staring at the mirror which still hung round Callia's neck, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. 'Tell me, Callia, he said; 'tell me quick! Am I the same as I was before? 'Just the same, except that you look very much scared at something. Calladon gave a shudder. 'Then the glass tells what is false, said he.
'Oh, Callia, it is the truth! groaned he. 'Our own eyes have deceived us, and our lamp has led us astray; but in the mirror is the light of the great lamp, and it shows me as I really am. 'Yes, it is the truth! answered Callia. 'It must be so!
'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.
'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.
You may choose what it shall be; but I will tell you beforehand that, if you choose to be made beautiful again as you were before, it shall be done. 'I would rather be made happy. replied Calladon, 'and it would make me happy if I could see Callia once more. 'So be it! said the tall man, kindly. 'Come with me!
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.
He has gone away. 'Of course, too, it is our own affair, observed Calladon. 'If any harm comes of it, it will be to ourselves, and not to him. 'I am not afraid, said Callia. 'Are you? 'Not in the least. By the way, though, I am not sure that I know the way out of Abra. There doesn't seem to be any door. 'I think I can find the way, if that is all, returned Callia.
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