Great Britain -- History -- James I, 1603-1625 -- Fiction; Witchcraft -- Fiction
Joan and Aderhold ate and drank. The will to live was strong, for life
had turned a rainbow, and a wild and beautiful forest, and a song of
the high and the deep, and an intense pulsation. The two came swiftly
up from Death’s threshold. Before the boat came into sight of land
the light was back in their sunken eyes and some strength in their
frame.... The land seemed a low, island shore. The excited Indians
gesticulated, spoke in their own tongue. Aderhold, questioning them,
learned that it was the outermost of their island group, but not their
own island to which they were bound. They saw pale sand and verdure
green as emerald; then the night came and covered all from sight. No
light of torch or of cooking-fire pierced the darkness. The blank
shores slipped past, the boat left them astern, and now again all
around was the sea.... But though it was night there was no sleeping.
The returning exiles were excited, restless, garrulous. The two learned
that there were many islands and now almost no people. The people—the
Indians beat their breasts—were gone now, almost all gone. For the
masters sent men from the great islands to burn the villages and take
the men and women and children and drive them aboard ships and carry
them off to make poor slaves of them. They had done so when the oldest
men were children, and when the oldest men’s fathers were children. But
now the masters did not come, for the men and women and children were
all gone—all gone but a few, a few. The returned from long slavery did
not know if these few were yet there, yet clinging to their island.
Night passed, dawn came, the wind blew them on. Now they saw islets and
islands, but no craft upon the water, or sign of life. Then, in the
afternoon, the Indians’ lode-star lifted upon the horizon. They put
their helm for it, a freshening wind filled their sail. Presently they
saw it clear, a low island, here ivory white and here green as emerald.
The Indians shouted and wept. They caressed one another in their own
tongue, they gesticulated, they held out their arms to the nearing
shore.
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