“Then for Heaven’s sake let us get away from this infernal din.”
They walked down one of the widest passages until they came to a place where the moss was thick and soft and the noise of the water rose faint upon their ears.
“Ar-lane—Jez-mun.” The cry came low and clear and Alan rose quickly to his feet. He had been asleep and his limbs felt rested and his head was clearer.
“It is I, Jez-Riah,” came the soft tones again, and silhouetted against the wall he saw the shadowy figure of the strange woman.
“We must go on,” she urged “We have far to go and much to do.”
“Where have you been?” he asked her.
“I have been in communication with the Spirit of the Waters, O Ar-lane; soon the mysteries of Korah will be unfolded before thine eyes. Come! Come! Tarry not too long.” In a second Desmond was awake, and Jez-Riah showed all impatience to start.
“Have you been here before?” asked Desmond curiously of Jez-Riah.
“No, O Jez-mun, but the water of Korah has given me the gift of sight. Before I was blind—now I can see. Come bind up my eyes, O Ar-lane, that clearness of vision may be mine.”
“What do you mean?”