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IV.
THE bridge of the stars spans
the sky seas; the sun and the moon are the travellers who pass over it.
This was also known in the lodges of the Isantee, hundreds of years ago.
Chaské told it to Harpam, and when Harpam knew he told it to Hapeda;
and so the knowledge spread to Harka, and from Winona to Weharka, up and
down, across and ever across, woof and web, until it came to the Island
of Grief. And how? God knows!
Weharka, prattling in the tules,
may have told Ne-ka'; and Ne-ka', high in the November clouds, may have
told Kay-óshk, who told it to Shinge-bis, who told it to Skee-skab,
who told it to Sé-só-Kah.
1hó! Ina'h! Behold the
wonder of it! And this is the fate of all knowledge that comes to the Island
of Grief.
As the red glow died in the sky,
and the sand swam in shadows, the girl parted the silken curtains of her
hair and looked at him.
"Ehó!" she whispered again
in soft delight.
For now it was plain to her that
he was the sun! He had crossed the bridge of stars in the blue twilight;
he had come!
She stepped nearer, shivering,
faint with the ecstasy of this holy miracle wrought before her.
He was the Sun! His blood streaked
the sky at dawn; his blood stained the clouds at even. In his eyes the
blue of the sky still lingered, smothering two blue stars; and his body
was as white as the breast of the Moon.
She opened both arms, hands timidly
stretched, palm upward. Her face was raised to his, her eyes slowly closed;
the deep-fringed lids trembled.
Like a young priestess she stood,
motionless save for the sudden quiver of a limb, a quick pulse-flutter
in the rounded throat. And so she worshipped, naked and unashamed, even
after he, reeling, fell heavily forward on his face; even when the evening
breeze stealing over the sands stirred the hair on his head, as winds stir
the fur of a dead animal in the dust.
When the morning sun peered over
the wall of mist, and she saw it was the sun, and she saw him, flung on
the sand at her feet, then she knew that he was a man, only a man, pallid
as death and smeared with blood.
And yet-miracle of miracles -the
divine wonder in her eyes deepened, and her body seemed to swoon, and fall
a-trembling, and swoon again.
For, although it was but a man
who lay at her feet, it had been easier for her to look upon a god.
He dreamed that he breathed fire-fire,
that he craved as he had never craved water. Mad with delirium, he knelt
before the flames. rubbing his torn hands, washing them in the crimson-scented
flames. He had water, too, cool scented water, that sprayed his burning
flesh, that washed in his eyes, his hair, his throat. After that cam BREAKOINT
(hunger, a fierce rending agony, that scorched and clutched and tor( BREAKPOINT
at his entrails; but that, too, died away, and he dreamed that he ha~ eaten
and all his flesh was warm. Then he dreamed that he slept and when he slept
he dreamed no more.
One day he awoke and found her
stretched beside him, soft palm tightly closed, smiling, asleep.
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