A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder James De Mille
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder James De Mille
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder James De Mille
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fate."<br />
"Fate!" I repeated, look<strong>in</strong>g at her <strong>in</strong> wonder and <strong>in</strong> deep concern.<br />
"What do you mean by our fate? Is there anyth<strong>in</strong>g more which you know<br />
and which I have not heard?"<br />
"You have heard noth<strong>in</strong>g," said she, slowly; "and all that you have<br />
seen and heard is as noth<strong>in</strong>g compared with what lies before us. For<br />
you and for me there is a fate--<strong>in</strong>conceivable, abhorrent,<br />
tremendous!--a fate of which I dare not speak or even th<strong>in</strong>k, and from<br />
which there is no escape whatever."<br />
As Almah said this she looked at me with an expression <strong>in</strong> which terror<br />
and anguish were striv<strong>in</strong>g with love. Her cheeks, which shortly before<br />
had flushed rosy red <strong>in</strong> sweet confusion, were now pallid, her lips<br />
ashen; her eyes were full of a wild despair. I looked at her <strong>in</strong><br />
wonder, and could not say a word.<br />
"Oh, Atam-or," said she, "I am afraid of death!"<br />
"Almah," said I, "why will you speak of death? What is this fate which<br />
you fear so much?"<br />
"It is this," said she hurriedly and with a shudder, "you and I are<br />
s<strong>in</strong>gled out. I have been reserved for years until one should be found<br />
who might be jo<strong>in</strong>ed with me. You came. I saw it all at once. I have<br />
known it--dreaded it--tried to fight aga<strong>in</strong>st it. But it was of no use.<br />
Oh, Atam-or, our love means death; for the very fact that you love me<br />
and I love you seals our doom!"<br />
"Our doom? What doom?"<br />
"The sacrifice!" exclaimed Almah, with another shudder. In her voice<br />
and look there was a terrible mean<strong>in</strong>g, which I could not fail to take.<br />
I understood it now, and my blood curdled <strong>in</strong> my ve<strong>in</strong>s. Almah clung to<br />
me despair<strong>in</strong>gly.<br />
"Do not leave me!" she cried--"do not leave me! I have no one but you.<br />
The sacrifice, the sacrifice! It is our doom the great sacrifice--at<br />
the end of the dark season. It is at the amir. We must go there to<br />
meet our doom."