Behold, a greater miracle, Cunora! The blossoms spread to the
leaves, and caused them to bloom, too!"
Cunora was eyeing her companion pretty sharply. "Ye must take me for a
simple one, to believe such imagining."
Rolla became even more earnest. "Yet it were more than imagining,
Cunora; 'twere too vivid and impressive for only that. As for the
leaves, the blossoming swiftly spread until it covered every bit of the
pile; and I tell thee that the bloom flowed as high as thy hand!
Moreover, after a moment or so, the thing faded and died out, just as
flowers do at the end of the season; all that was left of the leaves was
some black fragments, from which arose a bluish dust, like unto the
cloud that ye and I saw in the sky one day.
"Then the stranger smiled again, and said something of which I cannot
tell the meaning. Once more he performed the miracle, and this time he
contrived to spread the blossom from some leaves to the tip of a large
piece of wood which he took from the ground. 'Twas a wonderful sight!
"Nay, hear me further," as Cunora threw herself, with a grunt of
impatience, back on her bed; "there is a greater wonder to tell.
"Holding this big blooming stick in one hand, he gave me his other; and
it seemed as though I floated through the air by his side.
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