soon we had a merry blaze going just outside the sepulchre. I saw
that they observed the
lighting of this fire by means of a match
with much interest.
Now they grew warm again, as indeed we did also--too warm. Then
in my turn I had an idea. I knew that by now the sun would be
beating hotly against the rock of the mount, and suggested to
Bickley, that, if possible, the best thing we could do would be
to get them into its life-giving rays. He agreed, if we could
make them understand and they were able to walk. So I tried.
First I directed the Ancient's attention to the mouth of the cave
which at this distance showed as a white
circle of light. He
looked at it and then at me with grave
inquiry. I made
motions to
suggest that he should proceed there, repeating the word "Sun" in
the Orofenan tongue. He understood at once, though whether he
read my mind rather than what I said I am not sure. Apparently
the Glittering Lady understood also and seemed to be most anxious
to go. Only she looked rather pitifully at her feet and shook her
head. This
decided me.
I do not know if I have mentioned
anywhere that I am a tall man
and very
muscular. She was tall, also, but as I judged not so
very heavy after her long fast. At any rate I felt quite certain
that I could carry her for that distance. Stooping down, I lifted
her up, signing to her to put her arms round my neck, which she
did. Then
calling to Bickley and Bastin to bring along the
Ancient between them, with some difficulty I struggled out of the
sepulchre, and started down the cave. She was more heavy than I
thought, and yet I could have wished the journey longer. To begin
with she seemed quite trustful and happy in my arms, where she
lay with her head against my shoulder, smiling a little as a
child might do, especially when I had to stop and throw her long
hair round my neck like a muffler, to prevent it from trailing in
the dust.
A
bundle of
lavender, or a truss of new-mown hay, could not
have been more sweet to carry and there was something electric
about the touch of her, which went through and through me. Very
soon it was over, and we were out of the cave into the full glory
of the
tropical sun. At first, that her eyes might become
accustomed to its light and her awakened body to its heat, I set
her down where shadow fell from the overhanging rock, in a canvas
deck chair that had been brought by Marama with the other things,
throwing the rug about her to protect her from such wind as there
was. She nestled
gratefully into the soft seat and shut her eyes,
for the
motion had tired her. I noted, however, that she drew in
the sweet air with long
breaths.
Then I turned to observe the
arrival of the Ancient, who was
being borne between Bickley and Bastin in what children know as a
dandy-chair, which is formed by two people crossing their hands
in a
peculiar fashion. It says much for the
tremendousdignity of
his presence that even thus, with one arm round the neck of
Bickley and the other round that of Bastin, and his long white
beard falling almost to the ground, he still looked most
imposing.
Un
fortunately, however, just as they were emerging from the
cave, Bastin, always the most
awkward of creatures, managed to
leave hold with one hand, so that his passenger nearly came to
the ground. Never shall I forget the look that he gave him.
Indeed, I think that from this moment he hated Bastin. Bickley he
respected as a man of
intelligence and
learning, although in
comparison with his own, the latter was infantile and crude; me
he tolerated and even liked; but Bastin he detested. The only one
of our party for whom he felt anything approaching real affection
was the spaniel Tommy.
We set him down,
fortunately uninjured, on some rugs, and also
in the shadow. Then, after a little while, we moved both of them
into the sun. It was quite curious to see them
expand there. As
Bickley said, what happened to them might well be compared to the
development of a
butterfly which has just broken from the living
grave of its chrysalis and crept into the full, hot
radiance of
the light. Its crinkled wings
unfold, their
brilliant tints
develop; in an hour or two it is perfect,
glorious, prepared for
life and
flight, a new creature.
So it was with this pair, from moment to moment they gathered
strength and
vigour. Near-by to them, as it happened, stood a
large basket of the
luscious native fruits brought that morning
by the Orofenans, and at these the Lady looked with
longing. With