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Updated: May 23, 2025
Quick as a flash the answer came DEATH! God had taken pity upon his solitary earth wanderings, and the prayers of Edris had shortened his world-exile and probation! He was to die! and that solemn singing was the warning, or the promise, of his approaching end!
He had come to a fairly logical explanation of the whole matter, namely, that as the City of Al-Kyris had been proved a dream, so surely the visit of the Angel-maiden Edris must have been a dream likewise, that the trance at the Monastery of Dariel, followed by the constant reading of the passages from Esdras, and the treatise of Algazzali, had produced a vivid impression on Alwyn's susceptible brain, which had resolved itself into the visionary result narrated.
Oh, he would rouse the hearts of men from paltry greed and covetousness, . . from lust, and hatred, and all things evil, no matter if he lost his own life in the effort, he would still do his utmost best to lift, if only in a small degree, the deepening weight of self-wrought agony from self-blinded mankind! Yes! ... he must work to fulfil the commands and deserve the blessings of Edris!
O fairest glory! a face, shining forth like a star in a cloud! a face dazzlingly beautiful and sweet, a golden head, above which the pale halo of a light ethereal hovered lovingly in a radiant ring! "EDRIS!" The chaste name breathed itself silently in Alwyn's thoughts, silently and yet with all the passion of a lover's prayer!
"Weeping? ... and for me?" he exclaimed "Sweet Edris! ... Gentlest of maidens! ... Weep not for one unworthy, . . but rather smile and speak again of love! ..." and now his words pouring forth impetuously, seemed to utter themselves independently of any previous thought, "Yes! speak only of love, and the discourse of those tuneful lips shall be my gospel, . . the glance of those, soft eyes my creed, . . and as for pardon and blessing I crave none but thine!
Nay, why shrink from me? ." this, as she retreated still further away, her eyes flashing with unearthly brilliancy, . . "I will make thee a queen, fair Edris, as poets ever make queens of the women they love, my fame shall be a crown for thee to wear, a crown that the whole world, gazing on, shall envy!"
During the eighth century, the Arabs, masters of Tunis, of all Algeria, and the maritime cities of Morocco, seemed to think only of invading Europe and consolidating their power in Spain; but at this epoch, a descendant of Ali and Fatima, Edris Ben Abdalluh, quitted Arabia, passed into Morocco, and established himself at Oualili, the capital, where he remained till his death, and where he was buried.
THIS VERY PLACE! these snowy columns, this sculptured sanctity this flashing light of rose and blue and amber, this wondrous hush of consecrated calm! What next? Dear God! Sweet Christ! what next? The face of Edris?
Valhalla or Waihalla was the mythical Scandinavian Olympus, the celestial locality where Odin and Edris dwelt with the happy dead who had fallen in battle, and who had been conducted thither by the fair Valkyries.
Never had the fetters of flesh weighed upon him with such-heaviness! ... but, in spite of his feverish longing to escape, some authoritative yet gentle Force held him prisoner. "God!" he muttered ... "Why am I thus bound? why can I not be free?" "Because thy time for freedom has not come!" said Edris, quickly answering his thought ... "Because thou hast work to do that is not yet done!
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