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- CHAPTER L.
Yillah In Ardair
In the verdant glen of Ardair, far in the silent interior of Amma, shut
in by hoar old cliffs, Yillah the maiden abode.
So small and so deep was this glen, so surrounded on all sides by steep
acclivities, and so vividly green its verdure, and deceptive the
shadows that played there; that, from above, it seemed more like a lake
of cool, balmy air, than a glen: its woodlands and grasses gleaming
shadowy all, like sea groves and mosses beneath the calm sea.
Here, none came but Aleema the priest, who at times was absent for days
together. But at certain seasons, an unseen multitude with loud chants
stood upon the verge of the neighboring precipices, and traversing
those shaded wilds, slowly retreated; their voices lessening and
lessening, as they wended their way through the more distant groves.
At other times, Yillah being immured in the temple of Apo, a band of
men entering the vale, surrounded her retreat, dancing there till
evening came. Meanwhile, heaps of fruit, garlands of flowers, and
baskets of fish, were laid upon an altar without, where stood Aleema,
arrayed in white tappa, and muttering to himself, as the offerings were
laid at his feet.
When Aleema was gone, Yillah went forth into the glen, and wandered
among the trees, and reposed by the banks of the stream. And ever as
she strolled, looked down upon her the grim old cliffs, bearded with
trailing moss.
Toward the lower end of the vale, its lofty walls advancing and
overhanging their base, almost met in mid air. And a great rock, hurled
from an adjacent height, and falling into the space intercepted, there
remained fixed. Aerial trees shot up from its surface; birds nested in
its clefts; and strange vines roved abroad, overrunning the tops of the
trees, lying thereon in coils and undulations, like anacondas basking
in the light. Beneath this rock, was a lofty wall of ponderous stones.
Between its crevices, peeps were had of a long and leafy arcade,
quivering far away to where the sea rolled in the sun. Lower down,
these crevices gave an outlet to the waters of the brook, which, in a
long cascade, poured over sloping green ledges near the foot of the
wall, into a deep shady pool; whose rocky sides, by the perpetual
eddying of the water, had been worn into a grotesque resemblance to a
group of giants, with heads submerged, indolently reclining about the
basin.
In this pool, Yillah would bathe. And once, emerging, she heard the
echoes of a voice, and called aloud. But the only reply, was the
rustling of branches, as some one, invisible, fled down the valley
beyond. Soon after, a stone rolled inward, and Aleema the priest stood
before her; saying that the voice she had heard was his. But it was
not.
At last the weary days grew, longer and longer, and the maiden pined
for companionship. When the breeze blew not, but slept in the caves of
the mountains, and all the leaves of the trees stood motionless as
tears in the eye, Yillah would sadden, and call upon the spirits in her
soul to awaken. She sang low airs, she thought she had heard in
Oroolia; but started affrighted, as from dingles and dells, came back
to her strains more wild than hers. And ever, when sad, Aleema would
seek to cheer her soul, by calling to mind the bright scenes of Oroolia
the Blest, to which place, he averred, she was shortly to return, never
more to depart.
Now, at the head of the vale of Ardair, rose a tall, dark peak,
presenting at the top the grim profile of a human face; whose shadow,
every afternoon, crept down the verdant side of the mountain: a silent
phantom, stealing all over the bosom of the glen.
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