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Presently Sah-luma passed the scroll to him with a smile, saying lightly: "There, my friend, is a specimen of the true mob-literature! ... written to-day, forgotten to-morrow!
And that I sent for thee in haste, blame me not! as well blame the desert athirst for rain, or the hungry heart agape for love to come and fill it!" Here his restless eye flashed on Theos, who stood quietly behind Sah-luma, passive, yet expectant of he knew not what. "Whom hast thou there? ... A friend?"
Some extraordinary power in it, or in Lysia herself, was manifestly at work, for with a violent start Sah-luma rose from his knees, and staggered helplessly backward, . . one hand pressed to his eyes as though to shut out some blinding blaze of lightning!
Wilt thou stay here with us, Irenya," he added, stretching out one arm and catching the maiden round the waist in spite of her attempted resistance.. "Or art thou in a froward mood, and wilt thou go thine own proud way without so much as a consoling kiss from Sah-luma?" Irenya looked full at him, a repressed anger blazing in her large black eyes.
He paused again, somewhat out of breath, and Sah-luma meanwhile unrolled the linen scroll he had purchased, which measured about twenty-four inches in length and twenty in width.
What did it all mean? ... Had his life gone back in some strange way? ... or had he merely DREAMED of a former existence different to this one? He remembered now what Sah-luma had told him respecting Khosrul's "new" theory of a future religion, a theory that to him had seemed so old, so old! so utterly exhausted and worn threadbare!
He laughed with a little undercurrent of scorn in his laughter, and Theos saw as it were, the lightning of an angry or disdainful thought flashing through the sombre splendor of his eyes. "And Lysia is.. ?" began Theos suggestively. "The High Priestess of Nagaya," responded Sah-luma slowly "Charmer of the god, as well as of the hearts of men!
"Farewell, Sah-luma!" he said ... "Beware that nothing hinders thee from the fulfillment of thy promise! ... and let thy homage to the Holy Maid be reverent at the parting of the Silver Veil!" He waited, but Sah-luma made no answer he therefore raised his staff and described a circle with it in the same solemn fashion that had distinguished his entrance.
At that moment the beautiful Sah-luma turned toward him smiling, as one who looked for more sympathetic approbation than that offered by a mixed throng, and meeting that happy self- conscious, bland, half-inquiring gaze, he strove his best to return the smile. Just then Zephoranim's fiery glance swept over him with a curious expression of wonder and commiseration.
And before Theos could utter a word of warning, he plunged impetuously into the innermost recess of the dense foliage behind which the mysterious armed figure had just vanished, and was instantly lost to sight. "Sah-luma! ... Sah-luma!" called Theos passionately ... "Come back! Whether wilt thou go? ... Sah-luma!"
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