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Updated: June 1, 2025
"I held her in my arms for a few moments, so little, so delicate, so human in her sorrow, and yet almost superhuman in her radiant beauty. Soon she stopped crying and smiled up at me bravely. "Next morning I left. Lylda took me through the tunnels and back into the forest by the river's edge where I had first met her. There we parted.
"What a Christmas he will have," said the Banker, a little huskily. A girl stood in the doorway that led into the dining-room adjoining a curious-looking girl in a gingham apron and cap. Lylda looked up. "Oh, Eena, please will you say to Oteo we want the tree from the wood-shed in the dining-room." The little maid hesitated. Her mistress smiled and added a few words in foreign tongue.
The tremendous plan for the salvation of their own suffering world through the Chemist's discovery occupied the five friends for some time. Then laying aside this subject, that now had become of the most vital importance to them all, the Chemist resumed his narrative. "My last evening in the world of the ring, I spent with Lylda, discussing our future, and making plans for the journey.
'The master's woman' I heard one say, 'She has the evil magic. And another spoke of Targo. And they say he must not die, or there will be death for those who kill him." Lylda held the boy close as he poured out his breathless frightened words. "No matter, little son," she said tenderly. "To mamita no harm can come you shall see. Did my father teach you well to-day?"
Lylda hesitated only a moment more; then she threw back her arm and, with a great great sweep, flung her screaming victim far out into the lake. "I am very much afraid it was a wrong move," said the Chemist gravely. They were sitting in a corner of the roof, talking over the situation.
At this attack Lylda abruptly stopped speaking and took a step forward menacingly. The hail of stones continued. Then she turned towards the roof-top, where the men and the little boy stood behind the parapet, sheltering themselves from the flying stones. "Only one way there is," said Lylda sadly, in a soft whisper that they plainly heard above the noise of the crowd.
"I have already made a belt for Lylda and for myself some time ago," the Chemist answered. "During the first year I was here I made several experiments with the drugs. I found that almost anything within the immediate shall I say influence of the body, will contract with it. Almost any garment, even a loose robe will change size. You found that to be so to some extent. Those belts you wore down "
"To leave your people," he said gently, "I know how hard it is. But your way now lies with me with us." He pulled Loto up against him as he spoke. Lylda bowed her head. "You speak true, my husband, my way does lie with you. I cannot help the feeling that we should stay. But with you my way does lie; whither you direct, we shall go for ever." The Chemist kissed her tenderly.
Some will leave and go to Orlog of course, for Lylda will offer freedom of their leader and to secure that they will seem to agree to anything. "But after all, they are nothing but children at heart, most of them. To-day, they might believe in Lylda; to-morrow Targo could win them again." "He won't get a chance," put in the Very Young Man quickly.
God, that's " But the Chemist held them back. "Not now, Lylda," he said gently. "Not now. Don't you see? There's nothing you can do; it's too late now." He met her gaze unyielding. For a moment she stared; then her figure swayed and with a low sob she dropped in a heap upon the sand. As Lylda fell, the Chemist leaped forward, the other three men at his side.
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