“How glorious it burns!” cried Media. I reel with incense:—can such sweets be evil?”
“Look! look!” cried Yoomy, “its petals wane, and creep; one moment more, and the night-flower shuts up forever the last, last hope of Yillah!”
“Yillah! Yillah! Yillah!” bayed three vengeful voices far behind.
“Yillah! Yillah!—dash the urn! I follow, Hautia! though thy lure be death.”
The Cereus closed; and in a mist the siren prow went on before; we, following.
When day dawned, three radiant pilot-fish swam in advance: three ravenous sharks astern.
And, full before us, rose the isle of Hautia.
CHAPTER LXXXVII.
They Draw Nigh To Flozella
As if Mardi were a poem, and every island a canto, the shore now in sight was called Flozella-a-Nina, or The-Last-Verse-of-the-Song.
According to Mohi, the origin of this term was traceable to the remotest antiquity.