light.  He looked at it and then at me with grave inquiry.  I made motions to suggest that he should proceed there, repeating the word “Sun” in the Orofenan tongue.  He understood at once, though whether he read my mind rather than what I said I am not sure.  Apparently the Glittering Lady understood also and seemed to be most anxious to go.  Only she looked rather pitifully at her feet and shook her head.  This decided me.

I do not know if I have mentioned anywhere that I am a tall man and very muscular.  She was tall, also, but as I judged not so very heavy after her long fast.  At any rate I felt quite certain that I could carry her for that distance.  Stooping down, I lifted her up, signing to her to put her arms round my neck, which she did.  Then calling to Bickley and Bastin to bring along the Ancient between them, with some difficulty I struggled out of the sepulchre, and started down the cave.  She was more heavy than I thought, and yet I could have wished the journey longer.  To begin with she seemed quite trustful and happy in my arms, where she lay with her head against my shoulder, smiling a little as a child might do, especially when I had to stop and throw her long hair round my neck like a muffler, to prevent it from trailing in the dust.

A bundle of lavender, or a truss of new-mown hay, could not have been more sweet to carry and there was something electric about the touch of her, which went through and through me.  Very soon it was over, and we were out of the cave into the full glory of the tropical sun.  At first, that her eyes might become accustomed to its light and her awakened body to its heat, I set her down where shadow fell from the overhanging rock, in a canvas deck chair that had been brought by Marama with the other things, throwing the rug about her to protect her from such wind as there was.  She nestled gratefully into the soft seat and shut her eyes, for the motion had tired her.  I noted, however, that she drew in the sweet air with long breaths.

Then I turned to observe the arrival of the Ancient, who was being borne between Bickley and Bastin in what children know as a dandy-chair, which is formed by two people crossing their hands in a peculiar fashion.  It says much for the tremendous dignity of his presence that even thus, with one arm round the neck of Bickley and the other round that of Bastin, and his long white beard falling almost to the ground, he still looked most imposing.

Unfortunately, however, just as they were emerging from the cave, Bastin, always the most awkward of creatures, managed to leave hold with one hand, so that his passenger nearly came to the ground.  Never shall I forget the look that he gave him.  Indeed, I think that from this moment he hated Bastin.  Bickley he respected as a man of intelligence and learning, although in comparison with his own, the latter was infantile and crude; me he tolerated and even liked; but Bastin he detested.  The only one of our party for whom he felt anything approaching real affection was the spaniel Tommy.