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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!"
He drew himself up with an inimitable gesture of pride, his attitude was statuesque and noble, and Theos looked at him as he would have looked at a fine picture, with a sense of critically satisfied admiration. "Most assuredly I am no anchorite, Sah-luma!" he said smiling slightly, yet with a touch of sorrow in his voice.
He sprang to his feet, rubbing his eyes, Sah-luma rose also, a slightly petulant expression on his face. "Canst thou do no better than sleep" he queried complainingly, "when thou art privileged to listen to an immortal poem?" Impulsively Theos caught his hand and pressed it fervently.
On a swift impulse of affection Theos threw one arm round, his neck in the fashion of a confiding school-boy walking with his favorite companion. "Nay, thou shalt never die, Sah-luma!" he said with a sort of passionate eagerness, "Thy bright soul shall live forever in a sunshine sweeter than that of earth's fairest midsummer noon!
I have seen and yet see, that I am not able to express." Whereupon the Angel had said, "Stand up manfully and I will advise thee!" "Stand up manfully!" Yes! ... this is what he, Theos Alwyn, meant to do.
In the midst of the overwhelming awfulness of the scene, Theos still retained sufficient presence of mind to remember that, whatever happened, his first care must be for Sah-luma, . . always for Sah-luma, no matter who else perished! ... and he now held that beloved comrade closely clasped by the arm, while he eagerly glanced about him on every side for some outlet through which to make a good and swift escape.
"Speaking of creeds, Sah-luma" said Theos at last, looking down with a curious sense of compassion and protection at his companion's slight, graceful form "What religion is it that dominates this city and people?
Leave me, for my eyes are wondrous heavy, and I would fain slumber undisturbed till the break of day! By my soul, thou art a rough companion! ..." and he struggled violently to release himself from Theos's resolute and compelling grasp.. "Where wouldst thou drag me?" "Out of danger and the shadow of death!" replied Theos firmly.. "Thy life is threatened, Sah-luma, and I will not see thee slain!
Nevertheless we shall strive to make thee in part forget thy grief ere thou leavest our court and city, . . meanwhile sit thou there" and he pointed to the lower step of the dais, . . "And thou, Sah-luma, sing again, and this time let thy song he set to a less plaintive key." He leaned hack in his throne, and Theos sat wearily down among the flowers at the foot of the dais as commanded.
He had however no time to analyze his emotion, for just then the Herald-in-Waiting, having performed a backward evolution from the throne to the threshold of the audience-chamber, beckoned impatiently to Sah-luma, who at once stepped forward, bidding Theos keep close behind him. The harp-bearer followed, . . and thus all three approached the dais where the King still stood erect, awaiting them.
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