“Nothing,” answered Enola, “excepting that it is a day of great joy to all of the participants in its ceremonies.”
“But do not all participate?” questioned Mr. Graham.
“It seems not,” answered Enola. “That is, they do not all participate on the same day; but a day comes to each one when he or she participates. It has a strange meaning, this Day of Resis.”
“Yes, and one which will never be learned until the day comes,” said Harry, “for Onrai told me himself that none of his people were allowed to mention the secrets of the day, but all understood them.”
“And when is this day, which is to make you the wife of the King?” asked Mr. Graham.
“It is barely a week distant,” answered Enola.
“And do you think that you could be happy as the wife of Onrai?” asked Mr. Graham.
“I have never given the subject much thought,” answered Enola, “until the evening preceding our departure from the villa in the bad lands, then he spoke of our marriage and told of our apartments in the Temple, and of our marriage gowns, and another thing, which makes the very thought of marrying Onrai repulsive. He then told me that if he should die first that I would be sacrificed on his bier, and the King and wife would be buried together.”
“That is certainly fearful to contemplate,” said Mr. Graham, “and it but adds to the necessity of our getting out of this country before this eventful day.”
“What do you suppose, though, will be the outcome if we should leave the country before you become the wife of the King?” asked Mr. Bruce.