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Superstition guarded the spot; and for many a year this memorial of Edris remained unviolated, although the lodge had gone to ruin, and its vestiges had totally decayed. In latter years, some prowling band of Welsh robbers had discovered the secret entrance, and opened it with the view of ransacking the tomb for arms and treasures, which were in ancient times often buried with the dead.
A faint sigh escaped him ... "Believe me, Sweet, I would not have thee lose one hour of Heaven's ecstasies, . . I would not have thee saddened by Earth's wilful miseries, ... no! not even for that lightning-moment which numbers up man's mortal days! Speed back to Angel-land, my Edris! I will love thee till I die, and leave the Afterward to Christ.
"EDRIS!" In a trance of passionate awe and rapture he caught her hand, the warm, delicate hand that yielded to his strong clasp in submissive tenderness, pulsations of terror, pain, and wild joy, all commingled, rushed through him, with adoring, wistful gaze he scanned every feature of that love-smiling countenance, a countenance no longer lustrous with Heaven's blinding glory, but only most maiden-like and innocently fair, dazzled, perplexed, and half afraid, he could not at once grasp the true comprehension of his ineffable delight!
Meanwhile Edris, still keeping her gentle hands on his bent head, went on: "In such wise didst thou, my Beloved, as the famous Sah-luma, mournfully perish.. and the nations remembered thee no more!
Starting back with a cry of terror, he gazed wildly on this miracle, a voice richer than all music rang silvery clear across the liquid radiance. "Fame!" said the voice ... "Wouldst thou crown Me, Theos, with so perishable a diadem?" Paralyzed and speechless, he lifted his straining, dazzled eyes was THAT Edris? that lustrous figure, delicate as a sea-mist with the sun shining through?
There will I wait for thee, and there thou shalt make me thine own forever!" He sighed and gazed at her wistfully. "Alas, my Edris! ... Not till then?" he murmured. She bent over him and kissed his forehead, a caress as brief and light as the passing flutter of a bird's wing. "Not till then!" she whispered "Unless the longing of thy love compels!" He started.
"Edris ... !" he whispered hoarsely "Edris! ... My Angel-love! ... come back! Come back ... pity me! ... forgive! ... Edris!"
Now, the VISION was ended, . . Edris, the REALITY, had fled, . . and the World was before him, . . the World, with all the unsatisfying things it grudgingly offers, . . the World in which Al-Kyris had been a "City Magnificent" in the centuries gone, and in which he, too, had played his part before, and had won fame, to be forgotten as soon as dead!
It was conquered by the powerful Arab family of the Ben-Hamed, one of whom, called Mohammed Edris, invaded Spain, and, after several conquests, was proclaimed King of Cordova, in A.D. 1,000, On 21st of August, 1415, the Portuguese conquered it, and it was the first place which they occupied in Africa.
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