50. CHAPTER L.
In the verdant glen of Ardair, far in the silent interior
of Amma, shut in by hoar old cliffs, Yillah the maiden
abode.
So small and so deep was this glen, so surrounded on all
sides by steep acclivities, and so vividly green its verdure,
and deceptive the shadows that played there; that, from
above, it seemed more like a lake of cool, balmy air, than a
glen: its woodlands and grasses gleaming shadowy all, like
sea groves and mosses beneath the calm sea.
Here, none came but Aleema the priest, who at times
was absent for days together. But at certain seasons, an
unseen multitude with loud chants stood upon the verge of
the neighboring precipices, and traversing those shaded wilds,
slowly retreated; their voices lessening and lessening, as
they wended their way through the more distant groves.
At other times, Yillah being immured in the temple of
Apo, a band of men entering the vale, surrounded her retreat,
dancing there till evening came. Meanwhile, heaps
of fruit, garlands of flowers, and baskets of fish, were laid
upon an altar without, where stood Aleema, arrayed in
white tappa, and muttering to himself, as the offerings were
laid at his feet.
When Aleema was gone, Yillah went forth into the glen,
and wandered among the trees, and reposed by the banks
of the stream. And ever as she strolled, looked down upon
her the grim old cliffs, bearded with trailing moss.
Toward the lower end of the vale, its lofty walls advancing
and overhanging their base, almost met in mid air. And
a great rock, hurled from an adjacent height, and falling
into the space intercepted, there remained fixed. Aerial
trees shot up from its surface; birds nested in its clefts; and
strange vines roved abroad, overrunning the tops of the
trees, lying thereon in coils and undulations, like anacondas
basking in the light. Beneath this rock, was a lofty wall
of ponderous stones. Between its crevices, peeps were had
of a long and leafy arcade, quivering far away to where the
sea rolled in the sun. Lower down, these crevices gave an
outlet to the waters of the brook, which, in a long cascade,
poured over sloping green ledges near the foot of the wall,
into a deep shady pool; whose rocky sides, by the perpetual
eddying of the water, had been worn into a grotesque resemblance
to a group of giants, with heads submerged, indolently
reclining about the basin.
In this pool, Yillah would bathe. And once, emerging,
she heard the echoes of a voice, and called aloud. But the
only reply, was the rustling of branches, as some one, invisible,
fled down the valley beyond. Soon after, a stone rolled
inward, and Aleema the priest stood before her; saying that
the voice she had heard was his. But it was not.
At last the weary days grew longer and longer, and the
maiden pined for companionship. When the breeze blew
not, but slept in the caves of the mountains, and all the
leaves of the trees stood motionless as tears in the eye, Yillah
would sadden, and call upon the spirits in her soul to
awaken. She sang low airs, she thought she had heard in
Oroolia; but started affrighted, as from dingles and dells,
came back to her strains more wild than hers. And ever,
when sad, Aleema would seek to cheer her soul, by calling
to mind the bright scenes of Oroolia the Blest, to which
place, he averred, she was shortly to return, never more to
depart.
Now, at the head of the vale of Ardair, rose a tall, dark
peak, presenting at the top the grim profile of a human
face; whose shadow, every afternoon, crept down the verdant
side of the mountain: a silent phantom, stealing all
over the bosom of the glen.
At times, when the phantom drew near, Aleema would
take Yillah forth, and waiting its approach, lay her down
by the shadow, disposing her arms in a caress; saying, “Oh,
Apo! dost accept thy bride?” And at last, when it crept
beyond the place where he stood, and buried the whole valley
in gloom; Aleema would say, “Arise Yillah; Apo hath
stretched himself to sleep in Ardair. Go, slumber where
thou wilt; for thou wilt slumber in his arms.”
And so, every night, slept the maiden in the arms of
grim Apo.
One day when Yillah had come to love the wild shadow,
as something that every day moved before her eyes, where
all was so deathfully still; she went forth alone to watch it,
as softly it slid down from the peak. Of a sudden, when its
face was just edging a chasm, that made it to look as if
parting its lips, she heard a loud voice, and thought it was
Apo calling “Yillah! Yillah!” But now it seemed like
the voice she had heard while bathing in the pool. Glancing
upward, she beheld a beautiful open-armed youth, gazing
down upon her from an inaccessible crag. But presently,
there was a rustling in the groves behind, and swift as
thought, something darted through the air. The youth
bounded forward. Yillah opened her arms to receive him;
but he fell upon the cliff, and was seen no more. As
alarmed, and in tears, she fled from the scene, some one out
of sight ran before her through the wood.
Upon recounting this adventure to Aleema, he said, that
the being she had seen, must have been a bad spirit come
to molest her; and that Apo had slain him.
The sight of this youth, filled Yillah with wild yearnings
to escape from her lonely retreat; for a glimpse of some one
beside the priest and the phantom, suggested vague thoughts
of worlds of fair beings, in regions beyond Ardair. But
Aleema sought to put away these conceits; saying, that ere
long she would be journeying to Oroolia, there to rejoin the
spirits she dimly remembered.
Soon after, he came to her with a shell—one of those
ever moaning of ocean—and placing it to her ear, bade her
list to the being within, which in that little shell had voyaged
from Oroolia to bear her company in Amma.
Now, the maiden oft held it to her ear, and closing her
eyes, listened and listened to its soft inner breathings, till
visions were born of the sound, and her soul lay for hours in
a trance of delight.
And again the priest came, and brought her a milk-white
bird, with a bill jet-black, and eyes like stars. “In
this, lurks the soul of a maiden; it hath flown from Oroolia
to greet you.” The soft stranger willingly nestled in her
bosom; turning its bright eyes upon hers, and softly
warbling.
Many days passed; and Yillah, the bird, and the shell
were inseparable. The bird grew familiar; pecked seeds
from her mouth; perched upon her shoulder, and sang in
her ear; and at night, folded its wings in her bosom, and,
like a sea-fowl, went softly to sleep: rising and falling upon
the maiden's heart. And every morning it flew from its
nest, and fluttered and chirped; and sailed to and fro; and
blithely sang; and brushed Yillah's cheek till she woke.
Then came to her hand: and Yillah, looking earnestly in
its eyes, saw strange faces there; and said to herself as she
gazed—“These are two souls, not one.”
But at last, going forth into the groves with the bird, it
suddenly flew from her side, and perched in a bough; and
throwing back its white downy throat, there gushed from its
bill a clear warbling jet, like a little fountain in air. Now
the song ceased; when up and away toward the head of
the vale, flew the bird. “Lil! Lil! come back, leave me
not, blest souls of the maidens.” But on flew the bird, far
up a defile, winging its way till a speck.
It was shortly after this, and upon the evening of a day
which had been tumultuous with sounds of warfare beyond
the lower wall of the glen; that Aleema came to Yillah in
alarm; saying—“Yillah, the time has come to follow thy
bird; come, return to thy home in Oroolia.” And he told
her the way she would voyage there: by the vortex on the
coast of Tedaidee. That night, being veiled and placed in
the tent, the maiden was borne to the sea-side, where the
canoe was in waiting. And setting sail quickly, by next
morning the island of Amma was no longer in sight.
And this was the voyage, whose sequel has already been
recounted.
