This he held before mine eyes, in the
dream; and then spake very reassuringly, as though bidding me not to be
afraid.
"Well he might! Cunora, he took that tiny stick in his hand and moved
the tip along the surface of the trough; and, behold, a miracle!"
"What happened?" breathlessly.
"In the twinkling of an eye, the stick blossomed! Blossomed, Cunora,
before mine eyes! And such a blossom no eye ever beheld before. Its
color was the color of the poppy, but its shape--most amazing! Its shape
continually changed, Cunora; it danced about, and rose and fell; it
flowed, even as water floweth in a stream, but always upward!"
"Rolla!" incredulously. "Ye would not awaken me to tell such nonsense!"
"But it were not nonsense!" insisted Rolla. "This blossom was even as I
say: a living thing, as live as a kitten! And as it bloomed, behold, the
stick was consumed! In a moment or two the man dropped what was left of
it; I stooped--so it seemed--to pick it up; but he stopped me, and set
his foot upon the beautiful thing!"
She sighed, and then hurried on. "Saying something further, also
reassuring, this angel brought forth another of the strange sticks; and
when he had made this one bloom, he touched it to the little pile of
leaves.
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