icy
shudder ran; then suddenly
intolerable heat suffused her nerves,
beat in her veins and overpowered her extremities with electric shocks
like those of the torpedo. Too
feeble to
resist, she felt herself
drawn by a
mysterious power to the depths below,
wherein she fancied
that she saw some
monster belching its venom, a
monster whose magnetic
eyes were
charming her, whose open jaws appeared to craunch their prey
before they seized it.
"I die, my Seraphitus,
loving none but thee," she said, making a
mechanical
movement to fling herself into the abyss.
Seraphitus
breathed
softly on her
forehead and eyes. Suddenly, like a
traveller relaxed after a bath, Minna forgot these keen emotions,
already dissipated by that
caressing
breath which penetrated her body
and filled it with balsamic essences as quickly as the
breath itself
had crossed the air.
"Who art thou?" she said, with a feeling of gentle
terror. "Ah, but I
know! thou art my life. How canst thou look into that gulf and not
die?" she added presently.
Seraphitus left her clinging to the
granite rock and placed himself at
the edge of the narrow
platform on which they stood,
whence his eyes
plunged to the depths of the fiord, defying its dazzling invitation.
His body did not tremble, his brow was white and calm as that of a
marble statue,--an abyss facing an abyss.
"Seraphitus! dost thou not love me? come back!" she cried. "Thy danger
renews my
terror. Who art thou to have such superhuman power at thy
age?" she asked as she felt his arms inclosing her once more.
"But, Minna," answered Seraphitus, "you look fearlessly at greater
spaces far than that."
Then with raised finger, this strange being
pointedupward to the blue
dome, which
parting clouds left clear above their heads, where stars
could be seen in open day by
virtue of
atmospheric laws as yet
unstudied.
"But what a difference!" she answered smiling.
"You are right," he said; "we are born to stretch
upward to the skies.
Our native land, like the face of a mother, cannot
terrify her
children."
His voice vibrated through the being of his
companion, who made no
reply.
"Come! let us go on," he said.
The pair darted forward along the narrow paths traced back and forth
upon the mountain, skimming from
terrace to
terrace, from line to
line, with the
rapidity of a barb, that bird of the desert. Presently
they reached an open space, carpeted with turf and moss and flowers,
where no foot had ever trod.
"Oh, the pretty saeter!" cried Minna, giving to the
uplandmeadow its
Norwegian name. "But how comes it here, at such a height?"
"Vegetation ceases here, it is true," said Seraphitus. "These few
plants and flowers are due to that sheltering rock which protects the
meadow from the polar winds. Put that tuft in your bosom, Minna," he
added,
gathering a flower,--"that balmy
creation which no eye has ever
seen; keep the
solitarymatchless flower in memory of this one
matchless morning of your life. You will find no other guide to lead
you again to this saeter."
So
saying, he gave her the
hybrid plant his
falcon eye had seen amid
the tufts of gentian acaulis and saxifrages,--a
marvel, brought to
bloom by the
breath of angels. With girlish
eagerness Minna seized the
tufted plant of
transparent green, vivid as
emerald, which was formed
of little leaves rolled trumpet-wise, brown at the smaller end but
changing tint by tint to their
delicately notched edges, which were
green. These leaves were so
tightly pressed together that they seemed
to blend and form a mat or
cluster of rosettes. Here and there from
this green ground rose pure white stars edged with a line of gold, and
from their throats came
crimson anthers but no pistils. A fragrance,
blended of roses and of orange blossoms, yet
ethereal and
fugitive,