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"Have you no reverence for it, O Bastin?" "Not much," he answered, "except as a work of art. You see I worship Fate's Master. I might add that your god doesn't seem to have done much for you, Lady Yva, as out of all your greatness there's nothing left but two people and a lot of old walls and caves." At first she was inclined to be angry, for I saw her start.
When I heard this I was overwhelmed and could not answer. Also I remembered a certain confused picture which Yva had shown to us in the Temple of Nyo. But supported by his disbelief, Bickley asked: "And how often does the balance of which you speak come this way, Lord Oro?" "Once only in many years; the number is my secret, Bickley," he replied.
The whole place was filled with a soft radiance, equal to that of the sun at noon, but gentler and without heat. "Where does it come from?" I whispered to Yva. "Oh!" she replied, as I thought evasively. "It is the light of the Under-world which we know how to use. The earth is full of light, which is not wonderful, is it, seeing that its heart is fire? Now look about you."
And throwing aside the sword, again Oro laid down his head upon the ground and stretched out his arms in the last abasement of supplication. "Come," whispered Yva, "while there is yet time. Presently he will seek this place to descend to the sepulchre, and if he learns that we have read his heart and know him for a coward deserted of his outworn god, surely he will blot us out.
Still holding the sword, he flung himself down as though in an ecstasy, and was silent. "I read the omen otherwise," whispered Yva. "The worshippers of Fate are overthrown. His sword of power is fallen, but not into the hands that clasped it, and he totters on his throne. A greater God asserts dominion of the world and this Fate is but his instrument." Oro rose again. "One prayer more," he cried.
Moreover, she loved it whom I shall see no more; yes, Yva " as he spoke the name his voice broke a little. "Yet if I suffer them to escape they will tell my story to the world and make me a laughingstock. Well, if they do, what does it matter? None of those Western fools would believe it; thinking that they knew all; like Bickley they would mock and say that they were mad, or liars."
Spirit of Oro watch you. You understand?" I said I understood, whereon she answered: "Good-bye, O Humfe-ry." "Good-bye, O Yva," I replied, bowing. Thereon they turned and refusing all assistance from us, vanished into the darkness of the cave leaning upon each other and walking slowly. "You seem to have made the best of your time, old fellow," said Bickley in rather a sour voice.
Love Yva if you will and I shall not be jealous, for in loving Yva you love me. You cannot understand? Then know this, that the spirit has many shapes, and yet is the same spirit sometimes. Now I who am far, yet near, bid you farewell a while." Then all passed in a flash and the dream ended. Such was the only one of those visions which I can recall.
The former would not have understood them, and the latter attributed what I did tell him to mental delusions following on my illness. To Yva I did speak about them, however, imploring her to explain their origin and to tell me whether or not they were but visions of the night. She listened to me, as I thought not without anxiety, from which I gathered that she too feared for my mind.
Yva asked again after a pause, for she also seemed to be impressed. "All who do not agree with Bastin's spiritual views," answered Bickley. "Those who, whether from lack of instruction or from hardness of heart, do not follow the true faith. For instance, I suppose that your father and you are heathen," replied Bastin stoutly.
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