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have been more sweet to carry and there was something electric
about the touch of her； which went through and through me。 Very
soon it was over； and we were out of the cave into the full glory
of the tropical sun。 At first； that her eyes might become
accustomed to its light and her awakened body to its heat； I set
her down where shadow fell from the overhanging rock； in a canvas
deck chair that had been brought by Marama with the other things；
throwing the rug about her to protect her from such wind as there
was。 She nestled gratefully into the soft seat and shut her eyes；
for the motion had tired her。 I noted； however； that she drew in
the sweet air with long breaths。
Then I turned to observe the arrival of the Ancient； who was
being borne between Bickley and Bastin in what children know as a
dandy…chair； which is formed by two people crossing their hands
in a peculiar fashion。 It says much for the tremendous dignity of
his presence that even thus； with one arm round the neck of
Bickley and the other round that of Bastin； and his long white
beard falling almost to the ground； he still looked most
imposing。
Unfortunately； however； just as they were emerging from the
cave； Bastin； always the most awkward of creatures； managed to
leave hold with one hand； so that his passenger nearly came to
the ground。 Never shall I forget the look that he gave him。
Indeed； I think that from this moment he hated Bastin。 Bickley he
respected as a man of intelligence and learning； although in
comparison with his own； the latter was infantile and crude； me
he tolerated and even liked； but Bastin he detested。 The only one
of our party for whom he felt anything approaching real affection
was the spaniel Tommy。
We set him down； fortunately uninjured； on some rugs； and also
in the shadow。 Then； after a little while； we moved both of them
into the sun。 It was quite curious to see them expand there。 As
Bickley said； what happened to them might well be compared to the
development of a butterfly which has just broken from the living
grave of its chrysalis and crept into the full； hot radiance of
the light。 Its crinkled wings unfold； their brilliant tints
develop； in an hour or two it is perfect； glorious； prepared for
life and flight； a new creature。
So it was with this pair； from moment to moment they gathered
strength and vigour。 Near…by to them； as it happened； stood a
large basket of the luscious native fruits brought that morning
by the Orofenans； and at these the Lady looked with longing。 With
Bickley's permission； I offered them to her and to the Ancient；
first peeling them with my fingers。 They ate of them greedily； a
full meal； and would have gone on had not the stern Bickley；
fearing untoward consequences； removed the basket。 Again the
results were wonderful； for half an hour afterwards they seemed
to be quite strong。 With my assistance the Glittering Lady； as I
still call her； for at that time I did not know her name； rose
from the chair； and； leaning on me； tottered a few steps forward。
Then she stood looking at the sky and all the lovely panorama of
nature beneath； and stretching out her arms as though in worship。
Oh！ how beautiful she seemed with the sunlight shining on her
heavenly face！
Now for the first time I heard her voice。 It was soft and deep；
yet in it was a curious bell…like tone that seemed to vibrate
like the sound of chimes heard from far away。 Never have I
listened to such another voice。 She pointed to the sun whereof
the light turned her radiant hair and garments to a kind of
golden glory； and called it by some name that I could not
understand。 I shook my head； whereon she gave it a different name
taken； I suppose； from another language。 Again I shook my head
and she tried a third time。 To my delight this word was
practically the same that the Orofenans used for 〃sun。〃
〃Yes；〃 I said； speaking very slowly； 〃so it is called by the
people of this land。〃
She understood； for she answered in much the same language：
〃What； then； do you call it？〃
〃Sun in the English tongue；〃 I replied。
〃Sun。 English；〃 she repeated after me； then added； 〃How are you
named； Wanderer？〃
〃Humphrey；〃 I answered。
〃Hum膄e…膔y！〃 she said as though she were learning the word；
〃and those？〃
〃Bastin and Bickley；〃 I replied。
Over these patronymics she shook her head； as yet they were too
much for her。
〃How are you named； Sleeper？〃 I asked。
〃Yva；〃 she answered。
〃A beautiful name for one who is beautiful；〃 I declared with
enthusiasm； of course always in the rich Orofenan dialect which
by now I could talk well enough。
She repeated the words once or twice； then of a sudden caught
their meaning； for she smiled and even coloured； saying hastily
with a wave of her hand towards the Ancient who stood at a
distance between Bastin and Bickley； 〃My father； Oro； great man；
great king； great god！〃
At this information I started； for it was startling to learn
that here was the original Oro； who was still worshipped by the
Orofenans； although of his actual existence they had known
nothing for uncounted time。 Also I was glad to learn that he was
her father and not her old husband； for to me that would have
been horrible； a desecration too deep for words。
〃How long did you sleep； Yva？〃 I asked； pointing towards the
sepulchre in the cave。
After a little thought she understood and shook her head
hopelessly； then by an afterthought； she said；
〃Stars tell Oro to…night。〃
So Oro was an astronomer as well as a king and a god。 I had
guessed as much from those plates in the coffin which seemed to
have stars engraved on them。
At this point our conversation came to an end； for the Ancient
himself approached； leaning on the arm of Bickley who was engaged
in an animated argument with Bastin。
〃For Heaven's sake！〃 said Bickley； 〃keep your theology to
yourself at present。 If you upset the old fellow and put him in a
temper he may die。〃
〃If a man tells me that he is a god it is my duty to tell him
that he is a liar；〃 replied Bastin obstinately。
〃Which you did； Bastin； only fortunately he did not understand
you。 But for your own sake I advise you not to take liberties。 He
is not one； I think； with whom it is wise to trifle。 I think he
seems thirsty。 Go and get some water from the rain pool； not from
the lake。〃
Bastin departed and presently returned with an aluminum jug
full of pure water and a glass。 Bickley poured some of it into a
glass and handed it to Yva who bent her head in thanks。 Then she
did a curious thing。 Having first lifted the glass with both
hands to the sky and held it so for a few seconds； she turned and
with an obeisance poured a little of it on the ground before her
father's feet。
A libation； thought I to myself； and evidently Bastin agreed
with me； for I heard him mutter；
〃I believe she is making a heathen offering。〃
Doubtless we were right； for Oro accepted the homage by a
little motion of the head。 After this； at a sign from him she
drank the water。 Then the glass was refilled and handed to Oro
who also held it towards the sky。 He； however； made no libation
but drank at once； two tumblers of it in rapid succession。
By now the direct sunlight was passing from the mouth of the
cave； and though it was hot enough； both of them shivered a
little。 They spoke together in some language of which we could
not understand a word； as though they were debating what their
course of action should be。 The dispute was long and earnest。 Had
we known what was passing； which I learned afterwards； it would
have made us sufficiently anxious； for the point at issue was
nothing less than whether we should or should not be forthwith
destroyedan end； it appears； that Oro was quite capable of
bringing about if he so pleased。 Yva； however； had very clear
views of her own on the matter and； as I gather； even dared to
threaten that she would protect us by the use of certain powers
at her command； though what these were I do not know。
While the event hung doubtful Tommy； who was growing bored with
these long proceedings； picked up a bough still covered with
flowers which； after their pretty fashion； the Orofenans had
placed on the top of one of the baskets of food。 This small bough
he brought and laid at the feet of Oro； no doubt in the hope that
he would throw it for him to fetch； a game in which the dog
delighted。 For some reason Oro saw an omen in this simple canine
performance； or he may have thought that the dog was making an
offering to him； for he put his thin hand to his brow and thought
a while； then motioned to Bastin to pick up the bough and give it
to him。
Next he spoke to his daughter as though assenting to something；
for I saw her sigh in relief。 No wonder； for he was conveying his
decision to spare our lives and admi