To this strange and long discourse I listened without interruption, and now quietly answered: 

“I do not merit the trust you affect in my courage; but I am now on my guard against the cheats of the fancy, and the fumes of a vapor can scarcely bewilder the brain in the open air of this mountain land.  I believe in no races like those which you tell me lie viewless in space, as do gases.  I believe not in magic; I ask not its aids, and I dread not its terrors.  For the rest, I am confident of one mournful courage—­the courage that comes from despair.  I submit to your guidance, whatever it be, as a sufferer whom colleges doom to the grave submits to the quack who says, ‘Take my specific and live!’ My life is naught in itself; my life lives in another.  You and I are both brave from despair; you would turn death from yourself—­I would turn death from one I love more than myself.  Both know how little aid we can win from the colleges, and both, therefore, turn to the promises most audaciously cheering.  Dervish or magician, alchemist or phantom, what care you and I?  And if they fail us, what then?  They cannot fail us more than the colleges do!”

V

The gold has been gained with an easy labor.  I knew where to seek for it, whether under the turf or in the bed of the creek.  But Margrave’s eyes, hungrily gazing round every spot from which the ore was disburied, could not detect the substance of which he alone knew the outward appearance.  I had begun to believe that, even in the description given to him of this material, he had been credulously duped, and that no such material existed, when, coming back from the bed of the watercourse, I saw a faint, yellow gleam amidst the roots of a giant parasite plant, the leaves and blossoms of which climbed up the sides of the cave with its antediluvian relics.  The gleam was the gleam of gold, and on removing the loose earth round the roots of the plant, we came on—­ No, I will not, I dare not, describe it.  The gold digger would cast it aside; the naturalist would pause not to heed it; and did I describe it, and chemistry deign to subject it to analysis, could chemistry alone detach or discover its boasted virtues?

Its particles, indeed, are very minute, not seeming readily to crystallize with each other; each in itself of uniform shape and size, spherical as the egg which contains the germ of life, and small as the egg from which the life of an insect may quicken.

But Margrave’s keen eye caught sight of the atoms upcast by the light of the moon.  He exclaimed to me, “Found!  I shall live!” And then, as he gathered up the grains with tremulous hands, he called out to the Veiled Woman, hitherto still seated motionless on the crag.  At his word she rose and went to the place hard by, where the fuel was piled, busying herself there.  I had no leisure to heed her.  I continued my search in the soft and yielding soil that time and the decay of vegetable life had accumulated over the pre-Adamite strata on which the arch of the cave rested its mighty keystone.