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- her conscious soul folded up in the transparent petals.
Here hung Yillah in a trance, the world without all tinged with the
rosy hue of her prison. At length when her spirit was about to burst
forth in the opening flower, the blossom was snapped from its stem; and
borne by a soft wind to the sea; where it fell into the opening valve
of a shell; which in good time was cast upon the beach of the Island of
Amma.
In a dream, these events were revealed to Aleema the priest; who by a
spell unlocking its pearly casket, took forth the bud, which now showed
signs of opening in the reviving air, and bore faint shadowy
revealings, as of the dawn behind crimson clouds. Suddenly expanding,
the blossom exhaled away in perfumes; floating a rosy mist in the air.
Condensing at last, there emerged from this mist the same radiant young
Yillah as before; her locks all moist, and a rose- colored pearl on her
bosom. Enshrined as a goddess, the wonderful child now tarried in the
sacred temple of Apo, buried in a dell; never beheld of mortal eyes
save Aleema’s.
Moon after moon passed away, and at last, only four days gone by,
Aleema came to her with a dream; that the spirits in Oroolia had
recalled her home by the way of Tedaidee, on whose coast gurgled up in
the sea an enchanted spring; which streaming over upon the brine,
flowed on between blue watery banks; and, plunging into a vortex, went
round and round, descending into depths unknown. Into this whirlpool
Yillah was to descend in a canoe, at last to well up in an inland
fountain of Oroolia.
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