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- the murderer! See! Rea’s torn hair entangled with his!’ Aghast, I swore
that I knew not her fate. ‘Then let the witch Larfee be called!’ The
maidens darted from the bower; and soon after, there rolled into it a
green cocoa-nut, followed by the witch, and all the damsels, flinging
anemones upon it. Bowling this way and that, the nut at last rolled to
my feet.—‘It is he!’ cried all.—Then they bound me with osiers; and at
midnight, unseen and irresistible hands placed me in a shallop; which
sped far out into the lagoon, where they tossed me to the waves; but so
violent the shock, the osiers burst; and as the shallop fled one way,
swimming another, ere long I gained land.
“‘Thus in Flozella, I found but the phantom of Ady, and slew the last
hope of Ady the true.’”
This recital sank deep into my soul. In some wild way, Hautia had made
a captive of Yillah; in some one of her black-eyed maids, the blue-eyed
One was transformed. From side to side, in frenzy, I turned; but in all
those cold, mystical eyes, saw not the warm ray that I sought.
“Hast taken root within this treacherous soil?” cried Media. “Away! thy
Yillah is behind thee, not before. Deep she dwells in blue Serenia’s
groves; which thou would’st not search. Hautia mocks thee; away! The
reef is rounded; but a strait flows between this isle and Odo, and
thither its ruler must return. Every hour I tarry here, some wretched
serf is dying there, for whom, from blest Serenia, _I carry life and
joy. Away!_”
“Art still bent on finding evil for thy good?” cried Mohi.—“How can
Yillah harbor here?—Beware!—Let not Hautia so enthrall thee.”
“Come away, come away,” cried Yoomy. “Far hence is Yillah! and he who
tarries among these flowers, must needs burn juniper.”
“Look on me, Media, Mohi, Yoomy. Here I stand, my own monument, till
Hautia breaks the spell.”
In grief they left me.
Vee-Vee’s conch I heard no more.
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