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What then was the worth of learning and long life, or, indeed, of anything? Well, Solomon himself asked the question ages since, and could give no answer save that all is vanity. I noted about this time that Yva began to grow very sad and troubled; indeed, looking at her suddenly on two or three occasions, I saw that her beautiful eyes were aswim with tears.
Shave off your beard and put on his clothes and no one could distinguish you apart." I sprang up, dropping my pipe. "Now you mention it," I said slowly, "I suppose there was a resemblance. I didn't look at him very much; I was studying the simulacrum of Yva. Also, you know it is some time since I mean, there are no pier-glasses in Orofena." "The man was you," went on Bickley with conviction.
Now throw your arms about me and I will tell you strange stories of lost days, and you shall look into my eyes and learn wisdom, and you shall kiss my lips and taste of bliss you, who were and are and shall be you, the beloved of Yva from the beginning to the end of Time."
I looked at her whose presence, as happened from time to time, had grown majestic beyond that of woman; I studied her deep eyes which were full of lights, not of this world, and I grew afraid. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Yva, you talk like one who has finished with life." "It passes," she answered quickly. "Life passes like breath fading from a mirror.
I did not understand her, but, in some strange way, her words brought to my mind those that Natalie spoke at the last, and I answered: "Yva, when my wife lay dying she bade me seek her elsewhere, for certainly I should find her. Doubtless she meant beyond the shores of death or perhaps she also dreamed." She bent her head, looking at me very strangely.
We went through the portico, Yva leading us, and passed the fountain of Life-water, of which she cautioned us to drink no more at present, and to prevent him from doing so, dragged Tommy past it by his collar. Bickley, however, lingered under the pretence of making a further examination of the statue.
"See!" went on Yva in her chanting, dreamy voice, "the Lord Oro asks his daughter if this be true.
All this space was lighted, however, like the rest of the City of Nyo, and in the same mysterious way. Led by Yva, we threaded our path between the rough stones, following a steep downward slope. Thus we walked for perhaps half a mile, till at length we came to the mouth of a huge pit that must, I imagine, have lain quite a thousand feet below the level of the temple.
"Of which all these things may be capable, Bastin, if only we held the key." "Very well, Bickley, but how do you explain what the Lady Yva did? I may tell you now what she commanded me to conceal at the time, namely, that she became a Christian; so much so that by her own will, I baptised and confirmed her on the very morning of her sacrifice.
For this reason also, do not forget to bring the little hound with you, since him least of all of you would I see come to harm, perhaps because once, hundreds of generations ago as you reckon time, I had a dog very like to him. Your mother loved him much, Yva, and when she died, this dog died also.
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