Now I knew why these autumnal flowers were called rainbow lilies, and
remembered how Yoletta had told me that they gave a beauty to the earth
which could not be described or imagined. The flowers were all
undoubtedly of one species, having the same shape and perfume, although
varying greatly in size, according to the nature of the soil on which
they grew. But in different situations they varied in color, one color
blending with, or passing by degrees into another, wherever the soil
altered its character. Along the valleys, where they first began to
bloom, and in all moist situations, the hue was yellow, varying,
according to the amount of moisture in different places, from pale
primrose to deep orange, this passing again into vivid scarlet and reds
of many shades. On the plains the reds prevailed, changing into various
purples on hills and mountain slopes; but high on the mountains the
color was blue; and this also had many gradations, from the lower deep
cornflower blue to a delicate azure on the summits, resembling that of
the forget-me-not and hairbell.
The weather proved singularly favorable to those who spent their time in
admiring the lilies, and this now seemed to be almost the only
occupation of the inmates, excepting, of course, sick Chastel,
imprisoned Yoletta, and myself--I being too forlorn to admire anything.
Calm, bright days without a cloud succeeded each other, as if the very
elements held the lilies sacred and ventured not to cast any shadow over
their mystic splendor. Each morning one of the men would go out some
distance from the house and blow on a horn, which could be heard
distinctly two miles away; and presently a number of horses, in couples
and troops, would come galloping in, after which they would remain all
the morning grazing and gamboling about the house. These horses were now
in constant requisition, all the members of the family, male and female,
spending several hours every day in careering over the surrounding
country, seemingly without any particular object. The contagion did not
affect me, however, for, although I had always been a bold rider (in my
own country), and excessively fond of horseback exercise, their fashion
of riding without bridles, and on diminutive straw saddles, seemed to me
neither safe nor pleasant.
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