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when you shrank in fear from me！ But； afterwards； when you prayed aloud to your mother； opening all the secrets of your heart； I understood it。 In that lonely； isolated life in the wood you had heard nothing of love； of its power over the heart； its infinite sweetness； when it came to you at last it was a new； inexplicable thing； and filled you with misgivings and tumultuous thoughts； so that you feared it and hid yourself from its cause。 Such tremors would be felt if it had always been night； with no light except that of the stars and the pale moon； as we saw it a little while ago on the mountain； and； at last； day dawned； and a strange； unheard…of rose and purple flame kindled in the eastern sky； foretelling the coming sun。 It would seem beautiful beyond anything that night had shown to you； yet you would tremble and your heart beat fast at that strange sight； you would wish to fly to those who might be able to tell you its meaning； and whether the sweet things it prophesied would ever really come。 That is why you wished to find your people； and came to Riolama to seek them； and when you knewwhen I cruelly told youthat they would never be found； then you imagined that that strange feeling in your heart must remain a secret for ever； and you could not endure the thought of your loneliness。 If you had not fainted so quickly； then I should have told you what I must tell you now。 They are lost； Rimayour peoplebut I am with you； and know what you feel； even if you have no words to tell it。 But what need of words？ It shines in your eyes； it burns like a flame in your face； I can feel it in your hands。 Do you not also see it in my faceall that I feel for you； the love that makes me happy？ For this is love； Rima； the flower and the melody of life； the sweetest thing； the sweet miracle that makes our two souls one。〃
Still resting in my arms； as if glad to rest there； still gazing into my face； it was clear to me that she understood my every word。 And then； with no trace of doubt or fear left； I stooped again； until my lips were on hers； and when I drew back once more； hardly knowing which bliss was greatestkissing her delicate mouth or gazing into her faceshe all at once put her arms about my neck and drew herself up until she sat on my knee。
〃Abelshall I call you Abel nowand always？〃 she spoke； still with her arms round my neck。 〃Ah； why did you let me come to Riolama？ I would come！ I made him comeold grandfather； sleeping there： he does not count； but youyou！ After you had heard my story； and knew that it was all for nothing！ And all I wished to know was therein you。 Oh； how sweet it is！ But a little while ago； what pain！ When I stood on the mountain when you talked to me； and I knew that you knew best； and tried and tried not to know。 At last I could try no more； they were all dead like mother； I had chased the false water on the savannah。 'Oh； let me die too；' I said； for I could not bear the pain。 And afterwards； here in the cave； I was like one asleep； and when I woke I did not really wake。 It was like morning with the light teasing me to open my eyes and look at it。 Not yet； dear light； a little while longer； it is so sweet to lie still。 But it would not leave me； and stayed teasing me still； like a small shining green fly； until； because it teased me so； I opened my lids just a little。 It was not morning； but the firelight； and I was in your arms； not in my little bed。 Your eyes looking； looking into mine。 But I could see yours better。 I remembered everything then； how you once asked me to look into your eyes。 I remembered so many thingsoh； so many！〃
〃How many things did you remember； Rima？〃
〃Listen； Abel； do you ever lie on the dry moss and look straight up into a tree and count a thousand leaves？〃
〃No； sweetest； that could not be done； it is so many to count。 Do you know how many a thousand are？〃
〃Oh； do I not！ When a humming…bird flies close to my face and stops still in the air； humming like a bee； and then is gone； in that short time I can count a hundred small round bright feathers on its throat。 That is only a hundred； a thousand are more； ten times。 Looking up I count a thousand leaves； then stop counting； because there are thousands more behind the first； and thousands more； crowded together so that I cannot count them。 Lying in your arms； looking up into your face； it was like that； I could not count the things I remembered。 In the wood； when you were there； and before； and long； long ago at Voa； when I was a child with mother。〃
〃Tell me some of the things you remembered； Rima。〃
〃Yes； oneonly one now。 When I was a child at Voa mother was very lameyou know that。 Whenever we went out； away from the houses； into the forest； walking slowly； slowly； she would sit under a tree while I ran about playing。 And every time I came back to her I would find her so pale； so sad； cryingcrying。 That was when I would hide and come softly back so that she would not hear me coming。 'Oh； mother； why are you crying？ Does your lame foot hurt you？' And one day she took me in her arms and told me truly why she cried。〃
She ceased speaking； but looked at me with a strange new light coming into her eyes。
〃Why did she cry； my love？〃
〃Oh； Abel； can you understandnowat last！〃 And putting her lips close to my ear； she began to murmur soft； melodious sounds that told me nothing。 Then drawing back her head； she looked again at me； her eyes glistening with tears； her lips half parted with a smile； tender and wistful。
Ah； poor child！ in spite of all that had been said； all that had happened； she had returned to the old delusion that I must understand her speech。 I could only return her look； sorrowfully and in silence。
Her face became clouded with disappointment； then she spoke again with something of pleading in her tone。 〃Look； we are not now apart； I hiding in the wood； you seeking； but together； saying the same things。 In your languageyours and now mine。 But before you came I knew nothing； nothing； for there was only grandfather to talk to。 A few words each day； the same words。 If yours is mine； mine must be yours。 Oh； do you not know that mine is better？〃
〃Yes； better； but alas！ Rima； I can never hope to understand your sweet speech； much less to speak it。 The bird that only chirps and twitters can never sing like the organ…bird。〃
Crying； she hid her face against my neck； murmuring sadly between her sobs： 〃Nevernever！〃
How strange it seemed； in that moment of joy； such a passion of tears； such despondent words！
For some minutes I preserved a sorrowful silence； realizing for the first time； so far as it was possible to realize… such a thing； what my inability to understand her secret language meant to herthat finer language in which alone her swift thoughts and vivid emotions could be expressed。 Easily and well as she seemed able to declare herself in my tongue； I could well imagine that to her it would seem like the merest stammering。 As she had said to me once when I asked her to speak in Spanish； 〃That is not speaking。〃 And so long as she could not commune with me in that better language； which reflected her mind； there would not be that perfe