"When they were all made helpless the angel bade me hold my hand
near the bloom; and I was vastly surprised to feel a great warmth.
'Twas like the heat of a stone which has stood all day in the sun,
only much greater. Once my finger touched the bloom, and it gave me
a sharp pain."
Cunora was studying her friend very closely. "Ye could not have
devised this tale, Rolla. 'Tis too unlikely. Is there more of it?"
"A little. The angel once more took me by the hand, and shortly set
me down again in this hut. Then he said something which seemed to
mean, 'With this magic bloom thou shalt be freed from the masters.
They fear it; but ye, and all like ye, do not. Be ye ready to find
the blossom when I bid thee.' With that he disappeared, and I awoke.
"Tell me; do I look mad, to thine eyes?" Rolla was beginning to feel
a little anxious herself.
Cunora got up and led Rolla to the entrance. The glow of "the
Silvery Way" was all the help that the girl's catlike eyesight
needed; she seemed reassured.
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