“There is an island fair, set in an eastern sea;
There is a maid keeping her tryst with me,
In the shade of the palm, with a lover’s delight,
Where it’s always the golden day or the silvery night—
... My star will be shining, love,
For you in the moonlight calm,
So be waiting for me by the eastern sea
In the shade of the shelt’ring palm.”
“That’s just the point—her star’ll be shining—only, it may not,” Finacune whispered.
Feeney disdained to answer. Presently Major Inuki appeared again and announced guilelessly: