Rolla showed more control.
It was nearing nightfall when they came within sight of the huts. At
a distance of perhaps half a mile they stopped and stared hard at
the scene ahead of them.
"Hear ye anything, Cunora?" asked the older woman.
The girl's keen ears had caught a sound. "Methinks something hath
aroused our people. I wonder--"
"Cunora!" gasped Rolla excitedly. "Think ye that Corrus and Dulnop
have succeeded in growing the flower?"
They ran nearer. In a moment it was clear that something most
certainly was arousing the people. The village was in an uproar.
"Stay!" cautioned Rolla, catching her friend's arm. "Let us use
cunning! Mayhap there be danger!"
They were quite alone in the fields, which were always deserted at
that hour. Crouching behind a row of bushes, they quickly drew near
to the village, all without being seen. Otherwise, this tale would
never be told.
For Corrus and Dulnop, after having satisfied themselves that the
wondrous flowering flower would live as long as they continued to
feed it, had immediately decided to carry it home.
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