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- bosom, and, like a sea-fowl, went softly to sleep: rising and falling
upon the maiden’s heart. And every morning it flew from its nest, and
fluttered and chirped; and sailed to and fro; and blithely sang; and
brushed Yillah’s cheek till she woke. Then came to her hand: and
Yillah, looking earnestly in its eyes, saw strange faces there; and
said to herself as she gazed—“These are two souls, not one.”
But at last, going forth into the groves with the bird, it suddenly
flew from her side, and perched in a bough; and throwing back its white
downy throat, there gushed from its bill a clear warbling jet, like a
little fountain in air. Now the song ceased; when up and away toward
the head of the vale, flew the bird. “Lil! Lil! come back, leave me
not, blest souls of the maidens.” But on flew the bird, far up a
defile, winging its way till a speck.
It was shortly after this, and upon the evening of a day which had been
tumultuous with sounds of warfare beyond the lower wall of the glen;
that Aleema came to Yillah in alarm; saying—“Yillah, the time has come
to follow thy bird; come, return to thy home in Oroolia.” And he told
her the way she would voyage there: by the vortex on the coast of
Tedaidee. That night, being veiled and placed in the tent, the maiden
was borne to the sea-side, where the canoe was in waiting. And setting
sail quickly, by next morning the island of Amma was no longer in
sight.
And this was the voyage, whose sequel has already been recounted.
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