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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.



Unfortunately, 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




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