Zicci: A Tale — Volume 02

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A Tale
By Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Merton and the Italians arrived in safety at the spot where they had left the mules; and not till they had recovered their own alarm and breath did they think of Glyndon. But then, as the minutes passed and he appeared not, Merton—whose heart was as good, at least, as human hearts are in general—grew seriously alarmed. He insisted on returning to search for his friend, and by dint of prodigal promises prevailed at last on the guide to accompany him. The lower part of the mountain lay calm and white in the starlight; and the guide's practised eye could discern all objects on the surface, at a considerable distance. They had not, however, gone very far before they perceived two forms slowly approaching towards them.
As they came near, Merton recognized the form of his friend. Thank Heaven, he is safe! he cried, turning to the guide.
Holy angels befriend us! said the Italian, trembling; behold the very being that crossed me last Sabbath night. It is he, but his face is human now!
Signor Inglese, said the voice of Zicci as Glyndon, pale, wan, and silent, returned passively the joyous greeting of Merton,— Signor Inglese, I told your friend we should meet to-night; you see you have not foiled my prediction.
But how, but where? stammered Merton, in great confusion and surprise.
I found your friend stretched on the ground, overpowered by the mephitic exhalation of the crater. I bore him to a purer atmosphere; and as I know the mountain well, I have conducted him safely to you. This is all our history. You see, sir, that were it not for that prophecy which you desired to frustrate, your friend would, ere this time, have been a corpse; one minute more, and the vapor had done its work. Adieu! good night and pleasant dreams.
But, my preserver, you will not leave us, said Glyndon, anxiously, and speaking for the first time. Will you not return with us?