But instead the angel very deliberately
moved the blooming stick near unto the master; and behold, it was
helpless! Down it fell to the ground, dazed; I could have picked it up,
or killed it, without the slightest danger!
"Another master came out, and another, and another; and for each and all
the flowing blossom was too much! None would come near it wittingly; and
such as the angel approached with it were stricken almost to death.
"When they were all made helpless the angel bade me hold my hand near
the bloom; and I was vastly surprised to feel a great warmth. 'Twas like
the heat of a stone which has stood all day in the sun, only much
greater. Once my finger touched the bloom, and it gave me a sharp pain."
Cunora was studying her friend very closely. "Ye could not have devised
this tale, Rolla. 'Tis too unlikely. Is there more of it?"
"A little. The angel once more took me by the hand, and shortly set me
down again in this hut. Then he said something which seemed to mean,
'With this magic bloom thou shalt be freed from the masters. They fear
it; but ye, and all like ye, do not. Be ye ready to find the blossom
when I bid thee.' With that he disappeared, and I awoke.
"Tell me; do I look mad, to thine eyes?" Rolla was beginning to feel a
little anxious herself.
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