Far to Seek eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 591 pages of information about Far to Seek.

Far to Seek eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 591 pages of information about Far to Seek.

Thought of Tara revived impatience, and drew his steps homeward again.

Strolling back through the wood, he came suddenly upon the open space where he had found the Golden Tusks, and lingered there a little—­remembering the storm and the terror and the fight; Tara and her bracelet; and the deep unrealised significance of that childish impulse, inspired by her, whose was the source of all their inspirations.  And now—­seventeen years afterwards, the bracelet had drawn him back to them both; saved him, perhaps, from the unforgiveable sin of throwing up the game.

On he walked, along the same mossy path, almost in a dream.  He had found the Tusks.  His High-Tower Princess was waiting—­his ‘Star far-seen.’

Again, as on that day—­he came unexpectedly in view of their tree:  and—­wonder of wonders (or was it the most natural thing on earth?), there was Tara herself, approaching it by another path that linked the wood with the grounds of the black-and-white house, which was part of the estate.

Instantly he stepped back a pace and stood still, that he might realise her before she became aware of him:—­her remembered loveliness, her new dearness.

Loveliness was the quintessence of her.  With his innate feeling for words, he had never—­even accidentally—­applied it to Rose.  Had she, too, felt impatient?  Was she coming over to breakfast for a ‘surprise’?

At this distance, she looked not a day older than on that critical occasion, when he had realised her for the first time; only more fragile—­a shade too fragile.  It hurt him.  He felt responsible.  And again, to-day—­very clever of her—­she was wearing a delphinium blue frock; a shady hat that drooped half over her face.  No pink rose, however—­and he was thankful.  Roses had still a too baleful association.  He doubted if he could ever tolerate a Marechal Niel again—­as much on account of Lance, as on account of the other.

Tara was wearing his flower—­sweet-peas, palest pink and lavender.  And, at sight of her, every shred of doubt seemed burnt up in the clear flame of his love for her:—­no heady confusion of heart and senses, but a rarefied intensity of both, touched with a coal from the altar of creative life.  The knowledge was like a light hand reining in his impatience.  Poet, no less than lover, he wanted to go slowly through the golden mist....

But the moment he stirred, she heard him; saw him....

No imperious gesture, as before; but a lightning gleam of recognition, of welcome and—­something more——?

He hurried now....

Next instant, they were together, hands locked, eyes deep in eyes.  The surface sense of strangeness between them, the undersense of intimate nearness—­thrilling as it was—­made speech astonishingly difficult.

“Tara,” he said, just above his breath.

Her sensitive lips parted, trembled—­and closed again.

Tara!” he repeated, dizzily incredulous, where a moment earlier he had been arrogantly certain. “Is it true ... what your eyes are telling me?  Can you forgive ... my madness out there?  Half across the world you called to me; and I’ve come home to you ... with every atom of me ...  I’m loving you; and I’m still ... bracelet-bound....”

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