The Romance of Golden Star ...Griffith, George Chetwynd
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The Romance of Golden Star ...
Griffith, George Chetwynd
Fantasy fiction
Then she put into mine the soft, warm little hand that I had last
clasped when we went hand in hand to the couch of our long sleep. I
pressed it gently, looking at her through the tears that rose into my
eyes, then I raised it to my lips and kissed it, and she smiled, and
made the little soft sound again, and then Ruth put her arm around her
waist and said,--
'Come, now, you are acquainted, and she likes you. This will be a most
valuable lesson for her. Now, let us have a walk, and you tell me the
news, if there is any.'
'Most willingly,' I said, 'for I have much news to tell.'
So we turned back along the path into the quietest part of the garden, I
walking by Ruth's side. And I told her of all that had passed between
her brother and me in the morning, and of what was to be done on the
following night. She was looking very serious when I had finished, and I
could see that many unspoken thoughts were working in her mind, and when
I had done she looked up at me and said,--
'Laurens's plan seems a very good one at first sight, but of course we
cannot decide upon anything until we have thought a good deal more about
it, and talked it well over amongst ourselves. But, at anyrate, it would
be several weeks yet before I would even think of going away with Golden
Star, so there is plenty of time for that. But to-morrow night--Listen,
Vilcaroya, may I ask a very great favour of you?'
'Joyful Star can ask no favour of me,' I said. 'She can speak, and I can
hear and obey.'
'Nonsense, Vilcaroya! I wish you wouldn't talk like that,' she answered
with pretty petulance. 'Now, suppose I was to ask you to let me see this
wonderful treasure-house of yours and promise faithfully not to tell
anyone about it--would you let me?'
'It is not the best that I can show you,' I answered gladly, 'but if
you desire to see it, it is yours and all that it contains. I can give
your brother and the professor other gold, and I will show you a greater
treasure-house than this under the Fortress itself.'
'Well,' she laughed, 'I won't say now that I won't have it, because the
sight of all that gold might be too much for me, but I should dearly
love to come and see it, and I think I might venture to bring Golden
Star too. She's quite well and strong now, and if we are careful of her,
it can't do her any harm, and it may do her good. Shall I bring her?'
'Yes,' I said, 'why not?'
At this moment we saw Djama come walking down the path towards us, and
at the sight of him there came to me, like the stab of a dagger of ice,
the sudden memory that, at the moment I was speaking of my
treasure-house under the Sacsahuaman, I had heard a gentle rustle behind
some bushes close by the path, and a sound like that of a stealthy
tread.
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