When the World Shook: Being an Account of the Great Adventure of Bastin, Bickley and ArbuthnotHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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When the World Shook: Being an Account of the Great Adventure of Bastin, Bickley and Arbuthnot
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Adventure stories; Science fiction
Now we were safe, but still we sped on till we reached the portico of
our sleeping place. Then Yva turned and spoke.
“It is horrible,” she said, “and my soul sickens. Oh, I thank the
Strength which made it that I have no desire to rule the earth, and,
being innocent of death, do not fear to die and cross his threshold.”
“Yes, it is horrible,” I answered. “Yet all men fear death.”
“Not when they have found love, Humphrey, for that I think is his true
name, and, with it written on his brow, he stands upon the neck of Fate
who is still my father’s god.”
“Then he is not yours, Yva?”
“Nay. Once it was so, but now I reject him; he is no longer mine. As
Oro threatens, and perchance dare do in his rage, I have broken his
chain, though in another fashion. Ask me no more; perhaps one day you
will learn the path I trod to freedom.”
Then before I could speak, she went off:
“Rest now, for within a few hours I must come to lead you and your
companions to a terrible place. Yet whatever you may see or hear, be
not afraid, Humphrey, for I think that Oro’s god has no power over you,
strong though he was, and that Oro’s plans will fail, while I, who too
have knowledge, shall find strength to save the world.”
Then of a sudden, once again she grew splendid, almost divine; no more
a woman but as it were an angel. Some fire of pure purpose seemed to
burn up in her and to shine out of her eyes. Yet she said little. Only
this indeed:
“To everyone, I think, there comes the moment of opportunity when
choice must be made between what is great and what is small, between
self and its desires and the good of other wanderers in the way. This
day that moment may draw near to you or me, and if so, surely we shall
greet it well. Such is Bastin’s lesson, which I have striven to learn.”
Then she flung her arms about me and kissed me on the brow as a mother
might, and was gone.
Strangely enough, perhaps because of my mental exhaustion, for what I
had passed through seemed to overwhelm me so that I could no longer so
much as think with clearness, even after all that I have described I
slept like a child and awoke refreshed and well.
I looked at my watch to find that it was now eight o’clock in the
morning in this horrible place where there was neither morn, nor noon,
nor night, but only an eternal brightness that came I knew not whence,
and never learned.
I found that I was alone, since Bickley and Bastin had gone to fill our
bottles with the Life-water. Presently they returned and we ate a
little; with that water to drink one did not need much food. It was a
somewhat silent meal, for our circumstances were a check on talk;
moreover, I thought that the others looked at me rather oddly. Perhaps
they guessed something of my midnight visit to the temple, but if so
they thought it wisest to say nothing. Nor did I enlighten them.
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