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"Where are we to go?" I asked. "The Lady Yva will show you," he answered, waving his hand, and once more bent over his endless calculations. Yva beckoned to us and we turned and followed her down the hall. She led us to a street near the gateway of the temple and thence into one of the houses. There was a portico to it leading to a court out of which opened rooms somewhat in the Pompeian fashion.
This is a more or less established phenomenon and much less marvelous than the actual transportation of the spiritual self through space. Only I never knew of an instance in which the seer, on awaking, remembered the things that he had seen, as in my case. There, however, the matter rested, or rests, for I could extract nothing more from Yva, who appeared to me to have her orders on the point.
Becoming aware of his error, he began to apologise profusely in English, while the lady Yva studied him carefully. "Is that the costume of the priests of your religion, O Bastin?" she asked, surveying his dishevelled form. "If so, you were better without it."
The last words I heard were from the mouth of Oro who screamed out: "Behold the balance of the World, you miserable, doubting men, and behold me change its path turning it as the steersman turns a ship!" Then he made certain signs to Yva, who in obedience to them approached the porthole or search-light to which she did something that I could not distinguish.
Fair women fanned him and to right and left, but a little behind, sat other fair and jewelled women who, I suppose, were his wives or daughters. "One of the Kings of the Children of Wisdom new-crowned, receives the homage of the world," said Yva. As she spoke there appeared, walking in front of the throne one by one, other kings, for all were crowned and bore sceptres.
"Oh! you have been very ill, friend of my heart. At times I thought that you were going to die, and wept and wept. Bickley thinks that he saved you and he is very clever. But he could not have saved you; that wanted more knowledge than any of your people have; only I pray you, do not tell him so because it would hurt his pride." "What was the matter with me then, Yva?" "All was the matter.
It seemed to me that through them continually I saw the stately figure of old Oro contemplating me gravely, as though he were making up his mind about something in which I must play a part. Then there was another figure, that of the gracious but imperial Yva, who from time to time, as I thought, leant over me and whispered in my ear words of rest and comfort.
When she saw I did not comprehend her, however, she would stop and cast her sentences in a different shape, till at length I caught her meaning. Now I give the substance of what she said. "You are safe," she began, glancing first at the palm ropes that lay upon the rock and then at my wrists, one of which was cut. "Yes, Lady Yva, thanks to your father." "You should say thanks to me.
"I do not care for underground localities," remarked Bastin, his gruff voice echoing strangely in that terrible silence, "but it does seem a pity that all these fine buildings should be wasted. I suppose their inhabitants left them in search of fresh air." "Why did they leave them?" I asked of Yva. "Because death took them," she answered solemnly.
In truth, save for her royal and glittering loveliness in which there was some quality which proclaimed her of another blood, and for that reserve of hidden power which at times would look out of her eyes or break through her words, she might in most ways have been some singularly gifted and beautiful modern woman. The time has come when I must speak of my relations with Yva and of their climax.
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