d magician who lay dead upon the rock, his hideous, contorted
countenance staring open-eyed at heaven.

"Take that sorcerer and show him to the other sorcerers yonder," he
said, "and tell them where your fellows are if they would find them.
Know by these signs that the Oro, god of the Mountain, who has slept a
while, is awake, and ill will it go with them who question his power or
dare to try to harm those who dwell in his house. Bring food day by day
and await commands. Begone!"

The dreadful-looking body was bundled into one of the canoes, that
out of which Bastin had emerged. A rower sprang into each of them and
presently was paddling as he had never done before. As the setting
moon vanished, they vanished with it, and once more there was a great
silence.

"I am going to find my boots," said Bastin. "This rock is hard and I
hurt my feet kicking at those poor fellows who appear to have come to a
bad end, how, I do not exactly understand. Personally, I think that more
allowances should have been made for them, as I hope will be the case
elsewhere, since after all they only acted according to their lights."

"Curse their lights!" ejaculated Bickley, feeling his throat which was
bruised. "I'm glad they are out."

Bastin limped away in search of his boots, but Bickley and I stood where
we were contemplating the awakened Sleeper. All recollection of the
recent tumultuous scene seemed to have passed from his mind, for he was
engaged in a study of the heavens. They were wonderfully brilliant now
that the moon was down, brilliant as they only can be in the tropics
when the sky is clear.

Something caused me to look round, and there, coming towards us, was she
who said her name was Yva. Evidently all her weakness had departed also,
for now she needed no support, but walked with a peculiar gliding motion
that reminded me of a swan floating forward on the water. Well had we
named her the Glittering Lady, for in the starlight literally she seemed
to glitter. I suppose the effect came from her golden raiment, which,
however, I noticed, as in her father's case, was not the same that she
had worn in the coffin; also from her hair that seemed to give out a
light of its own. At least, she shimmered as she came, her tall shape
swaying at every step like a willow in the wind. She drew near, and
I saw that her face, too, had filled out and now was that of one in
perfect health and vigour, while her eyes shone softly and seemed
won