“Because I cannot realize that in this strange land, so far from our own, and where the customs are so very different, I have found the one whom I am to marry, and that on this day I am to become his wife. I cannot accustom myself to the idea, that is all,” and Enola tried to smile, knowing that she must still keep up the miserable farce in order to avert suspicion.
“The strangeness will wear off with the day’s ceremonies,” said Onrai, “and now the ceremonies are about to commence, and places on the terrace are awaiting you.”
“Then we are about to learn the day’s mysteries,” said Mr. Bruce.
“They are mysteries to you only; to my people, the day’s ceremonies are well-known,” said the King.
“Then why are they never mentioned?” questioned Mr. Bruce.
“Because they are too sacred,” answered Onrai, solemnly, as he left the apartment.
“Ah, they are mysteries still,” said Mr. Bruce, after the King had left. “Not even at this late hour will he explain them to us, but leaves us to learn them ourselves, and that we are willing to do. Let us go to the terrace and there learn what it is which makes the day one of mystery.”
They all now left the dining hall and stepped into the large court. Here attendants were awaiting to conduct them to their seats. Ephmer, who was one of these, stepped up as they approached, and asked:
“Has Sedai spoken?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Bruce, “and we have consented. You will not fail us?”