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Updated: June 9, 2025
A low bed with a huge canopy of silk stood against the wall. A woman knelt on the floor beside it, and against her knees huddled a little half-grown boy. I heard Miela's voice shouting in her own language. The sound of men running came from below. Then Miela's half-hysterical laughter, and then the words: "They are running away, Alan all of them. I have been calling you to bring me the light-ray.
"And Miela's little son that darling little baby. We must go back soon and see Miela. She will be wondering where we are." Mercer sat back. "Oh," he said. "Yes, we must." The band in the pavilion stopped its music. Mercer slid his little steel cross-piece over the guitar strings and began to play the haunting, crying music of the islands, the music of moonlight and love.
The protecting canopy below the sides of our platform made it difficult to see what was going on below us. Miela and I lay prone, with our heads projecting over its forward end. In this position we had an unobstructed, though somewhat limited, view. The girls carrying us could see nothing. They were guided by watching the other girls flying near them, and by Miela's constant directions.
It struck the palm branches, and silently yet rapidly, as though they were under some giant blow-torch, they shriveled, crackled, and burst into flame. Miela's fingers bit into my arm. "Enough, Alan! Stop!" My thumb yielded to the upward pressure of the tiny knob against it, and abruptly the light vanished.
The girl stood undecided; then, evidently obeying Miela's swift words of instruction, she stood up on tiptoe, put her arms about my neck, and kissed me full on the lips. Miela laughed gayly. "You must love her very much, Alan. And she your little sister will love you, too. She is very sweet." Then her face sobered suddenly. "Tao has returned, Alan. And he has sent messengers to our city.
If we retreated now, those against us would grow bolder our appearance on the street might at any time be dangerous. But if now we proved ourselves superior in strength, the popular sentiment in our favor would be just that much stronger. At least, that is the way it seemed to me. I did not need to ask Mercer's opinion, for at Miela's words he immediately said: "That's my idea.
After breakfast Lua and Anina busied themselves about the house, while Miela and I went to the rooftop to wait for the king's summons. From here I had my first really good view of the city at close range. Miela's home sat upon a terrace, leveled off on the steep hillside; all the houses in the vicinity were similarly situated.
There was no direct sunlight in the Light Country only a diffused daylight like the light on our earth when the sky is clouded over. The people of the Light Country, Miela's people, were the most civilized and the ruling race.
I heard Professor Newland's sharply indrawn breath, and saw Beth's dear face suddenly whiten. "I'm going there to fight it out with them. I may come back; I may not. But if I am successful, they never will which is all that matters. "Miela's mother gave her up to come down here and help us. It is a little thing to go back there to help us, also.
"Let us wait." We stood silent, watching. It was indeed a girl, flying over the valley some two or three hundred feet above the ground. As she came closer I saw her wings were blue, not red like Miela's. She came directly toward us. Suddenly Miela gave a little cry. "Anina! Anina!" Without a word to me she spread her wings and flew up to meet the oncoming girl. I stood in awe as I watched them.
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