Ardath eBook

Marie Corelli
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 793 pages of information about Ardath.

Ardath eBook

Marie Corelli
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 793 pages of information about Ardath.

Slowly and dizzily he rose to his feet, and gazed about him in vague bewilderment.  He had passed one night on the field!  One night only! ... and he felt as though he had lived through years of experience!  Now, the vision was ended, . .  Edris, the reality, had fled, . . and the World was before him, . . the World, with all the unsatisfying things it grudgingly offers, . . the World in which Al-Kyris had been a “City Magnificent” in the centuries gone,—­and in which he, too, had played his part before, and had won fame, to be forgotten as soon as dead!  Fame! ... how he had longed and thirsted for it! ... and what a foolish, undesirable distinction it seemed to him now!

Steadying his thoughts by a few moments of calm reflection, he remembered what he had in charge to do, . .  To redeem his past. To use and expend whatever force was in him for the good, the help, the consolement, and the love of others, ...  Not to benefit himself!  This was his task, . . and the very comprehension of it gave him a rush of vigor and virile energy that at once lifted the cloud of love-loneliness from his soul.

“My Edris!” he whispered..  “Thou shalt have no cause to weep for me in Heaven again! ... with God’s help I will win back my lost heritage!”

As he spoke the words his eyes caught a glimpse of something white on the turf where, but a moment since, his Angel-love had stood,—­ he stooped toward it, . . it was one half-opened bud of the wonderful “Ardath-flowers” that had covered the field in such singular profusion on the previous night when she first appeared.  One only! ... might he not gather it?

He hesitated, . . then very gently and reverently broke it off, and tenderly bore it to his lips.  What a beautiful blossom it was! ... its fragrance was unlike that of any other flower,—­its whiteness was more pure and soft than that of the rarest edelweiss on Alpine snows, and its partially disclosed golden centre had an almost luminous brightness.  As he held it in his hand, all sorts of vague, delicious thoughts came sweeping across his brain, ... thoughts that seemed to set themselves to music wild and strange and new, and suggestive of the sweetest, noblest influences!  A thrill of expectation stirred in him, as of great and good things to be done,—­grand changes to be wrought in the complex web of human destiny, brought about by the quickening and development of a pure, unselfish, spiritual force, that might with saving benefit flow into the perplexed and weary intelligence of man; . . and cheered, invigorated, and conscious of a circling, widening, ever-present Supreme Power that with all-surrounding love was ever on the side of work done for love’s sake, he gently shut the flower within his breast, resolving to carry it with him wheresoever he went as a token and proof of the “signs and wonders” of the Prophet’s Field.

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