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Then he lifted the whip at his side and struck me." Rahal and Thora were sobbing. Ragnor looked in the youth's face with shining eyes and asked, almost in a whisper, "What did thou do?" "I had been struck often enough before to have made me indifferent, but at this moment some new strength and feeling sprang up in my heart. I seized his arms and the whip fell to the floor.
"'Thora was taken, was all I could say to Stanton, 'together we went to my wife, now standing beside the great stone steps, looking up fearfully at the gateway into the terraces. There I told them what I had seen before sleep had drowned me. And together then we ran up the stairs, through the court and to the grey rock.
"In the drawing room thou wilt find Thora with Ian Macrae," said Rahal. "Go to them. They will be glad of thy company." "Doubtful is their gladness. Two are company, three are a crowd. Yet so it is! I must run into danger, like the rest of women." "Is that thy Easter gown, Sunna?" asked Mistress Brodie. "It is. Dost thou like it?" "Who would not like it?
So the last day came and Thora said: "Mother, dear, it is a day in a thousand for beauty, and we are going to get Aunt Brodie's carriage to ride over to Stromness and see the queer, old town, and the Stones of Stenness." "Go not near them. If you go into the cathedral you go expecting some good to come to you; for angels may be resting in its holy aisles, ready and glad to bless you.
This letter Thora read to the last word but she was nearly blind when she reached it. All her senses rang inward. "I am dying!" she thought, and she tried to reach the bed but only succeeded in stumbling against a small table full of books, knocking it down and falling with it. Mistress Ragnor and her visitor heard the fall and they were suddenly silent.
It had been cut from the kerchief as though by a razor-edge; a few threads ran from it down toward the base of the slab; ran on to the base of the grey rock and under it! "The grey rock was a door! And it had opened and Thora had passed through it! "I think that for the next few minutes we all were a little insane. We beat upon that portal with our hands, with stones and sticks.
Without speaking a word she sat down, and together we looked out upon the blue sea. We remained silent for several moments without greeting each other. But at last I said: "I was thinking maybe you'd be coming across to see me, Thora, one o' these bonnie days, now that we never meet at the school. It was good o' ye to come."
Also during the little confusion of removing fruit and cake and glasses, and the substitution of the cups and saucers and the strong, hot, sweet tea that every Norseman loves, Ian and Thora slipped away without notice. Max Grant's carriage put them in half-an-hour on the threshold of their own home.
"Thora would not stand in your way to honour with him, nor would I," said Osmund. "Honour with Alfred shall not stand in my way, rather," I answered. "But we speak of chances, as I think." We said no more, and he bade me farewell.
All was ready for it. There was no hurry, no fret, no uncertainty. Thora rode to the cathedral in the Vedder's closed carriage with her father and mother. Ian was with Maximus and Sunna in the Galt landeau. Adam Vedder and his bride rode together in their open Victoria and all were ready as the clock struck ten.
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