A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper CylinderDe Mille, James
Philosophy
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder
De Mille, James
Science fiction
This was the question that was now before us, and this we began to
consider. We both felt the most unspeakable aversion for the island,
and to remain here any longer was impossible. We would once more have
to mount the athaleb, and proceed to some other shore. But where?
Ah! there was the question! Not on the island, for it did not seem
possible that in all its extent there could be one single spot capable
of affording a resting-place. Layelah's information with regard to
Magones had made that much plain. I had not taken in her full meaning,
but now mine eyes had seen it. Yet where else could we go? Almah could
not tell where under the sky lay that land which she loved; I could
not guess where to go to find the land of the Orin. Even if I did
know, I did not feel able to guide the course of the athaleb; and I
felt sure that if we were to mount again, the mighty monster would
wing his flight back to the very place from which we had escaped--the
amir. These thoughts weighed down our spirits. We felt that we had
gained nothing by our flight, and that our future was dark indeed. The
only hope left us was that we might be able to guide the course of the
athaleb in some different direction altogether, so that we should not
be carried back to the Kosekin.
And now, worn out by the long fatigues of this jom, we thought of
sleep. Almah lay down upon the sand, and I seated myself, leaning
against a rock, a little distance off, having first reloaded my rifle
and pistol.
CHAPTER XXIV
RECAPTURE
How long I slept I do not know; but in the midst of my sleep there
sounded voices, which at first intermingled themselves with my dreams,
but gradually became separate and sounded from without, rousing me
from my slumbers. I opened my eyes drowsily, but the sight that I saw
was so amazing that in an instant all sleep left me. I started to my
feet, and gazed in utter bewilderment upon the scene before me.
The aurora light was shining with unusual brilliancy, and disclosed
everything--the sea, the shore, the athaleb, the jantannin, the
promontory, all--more plainly and more luminously than before; but
it was not any of these things that now excited my attention and
rendered me dumb. I saw Almah standing there at a little distance,
with despairing face, surrounded by a band of armed Kosekin; while
immediately before me, regarding me with a keen glance and an air of
triumph, was Layelah.
"Ataesmzori alonla," said she, with a sweet smile, giving me the
usual salutation of the Kosekin.
I was too bewildered to say a word, and stood mute as before, looking
first at her and then at Almah.
The sight of Almah a prisoner once more, surrounded by the Kosekin,
excited me to madness. I seized my rifle, and raised it as if to take
aim; but Almah, who understood the movement, cried to me:
"Put down your sepet-ram, Atam-or! you can do nothing for me. The
Kosekin are too numerous."
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