"Through many a life, through many a life," she said, "bought with much
blood, paid for with a million tears, but mine at last, the soul that I
have won to comfort my soul in the eternal day. Come to the place I have
made ready for you, the hell that shall turn to heaven at your step,
come, you by whom I am redeemed, and drive away those gods that torture
me because I was their servant that I might win you."
So she spoke, and though all his soul revolted, yet the fearful strength
that was in her seemed to draw him onward whither she would go. Then a
light shone and that light was the face of Barbara and with a suddenness
that was almost awful, the wild dream came to an end.
Alan was in his own room again, though how he got there he did not
recollect.
"Jeekie," he said, "what has happened? I seem to have had a very curious
dream, there in the Treasure-place, and to have heard you telling the
Asika a string of incredible falsehoods."
"Oh! no, Major, Jeekie can't lie, too good Christian; he tell her what
_he_ see, or what he think she see if she look, 'cause though p'raps
he see nothing, she never believe that. And," he added with a burst of
confidence, "what the dickens it matter what he tell her, so long as she
swallow same and keep quiet? Nasty things always make women like Asika
quite outrageous.
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