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more to hasten it. Further drugs might very well stop eternally

what those which had been used already had begun. So I sat



motionless where I was, and watched the colour come back, and the

waxenness go, and even the fullness of her curves in some small



measure return. And when growing strength gave her power to endure

them, and she was racked with those pains which are inevitable to



being born back again in this fashion to life, I too felt the

reflex of her agony, and writhed in loving sympathy.



Still further, too, was I wrung by a torment of doubt as to

whether life or these rackings would in the end be conqueror.



After each paroxysm the colour ebbed back from her again, and for

a while she would lie motionless. But strength and power seemed



gradually to grow, and at last these prevailed, and drove death and

sleep beneath them. Her eyelids struggled with their fastenings.



Her lips parted, and her bosom heaved. With shivering gasps her

breath began to pant between her reddening lips. At first it



rattled dryly in her throat, but soon it softened and became more

regular. And then with a last effort her eyes, her gloriousloving



eyes, slowly opened.

I leaned over and called her softly by name.



Her eyes met mine, and a glow arose from their depths that

gave me the greatest joy I have met in all the world.



"Deucalion, my love," she whispered. "Oh, my dear, so you

have come for me. How I have dreamed of you! How I have been



racked! But it was worth it all for this."

18. STORM OF THE SACRED MOUNTAIN



It was Nais herself who sent me to attend to my sterner

duties. The din of the attack came to us in the house where I was



tending her, and she asked its meaning. As pithily as might be,

for she was in no condition for tedious listening, I gave her the



history of her nine years' sleep.

The colour flushed more to her face. "My lord is the



properest man in all the world to be King," she whispered.

"I refused to touch the trade till they had given me the Queen



I desired, safe and alive, here upon the Mountain."

"How we poor women are made the chattels of you men! But, for



myself, I seem to like the traffic well enough. You should not

have let me stand in the way of Atlantis' good, Deucalion. Still,



it is very sweet to know you were weak there for once, and that I

was the cause of your weakness. What is that bath over yonder?



Ah! I remember; my wits seem none of the clearest just now."

"You have made the beginning. Your strength will return to



you by quick degrees. But it will not bear hurrying. You must

have a patience."



"Your ear, sir, for one moment, and then I will rest in peace.

My poor looks, are they all gone? You seem to have no mirror here.



I had visions that I should wake up wrinkled and old."

"You are as you were, dear, that first night I saw you--the



most beautiful woman in all the world."

"I am pleased you like me," she said, and took the cup of



broth I offered her. "My hair seems to have grown; but it needs

combing sadly. I had a fancy, dear, once, that you liked ruddy



hair best, and not a plain brown." She closed her eyes then, lying

back amongst the cushions where I had placed her, and dropped off



into healthy sleep, with the smiles still playing upon her lips.

I put the coverlet over her, and kissed her lightly, holding back



my beard lest it should sweep her cheek. And then I went out of

the chamber.



That beard had grown vastlydisagreeable to me these last

hours, and then I went into a room in the house, and found



instruments, and shaved it down to the bare chin. A change of robe

also I found there and took it instead of my squalid rags. If a



man is in truth a king, he owes these things to the dignity of his

office.



But, if the din of the fighting was any guide, mine was a

narrowing kingdom. Every hour it seemed to grow fiercer and more



near, and it was clear that some of the gates in the passage up the

cleft in the cliff, impregnable though all men had thought them,



had yielded to the vehemence of Phorenice's attack. And, indeed,

it was scarcely to be marvelled at. With all her genius spurred on



to fury by the blow that had been struck at her by wrecking so fair

a part of the city, the Empress would be no light adversary even



for a strong place to resist, and the Sacred Mountain was no longer

strong.



Defences of stone, cunningly planned and mightily built, it

still possessed, but these will not fight alone. They need men to






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