"
"I can do more than that--for you."
"And why for me?" he asked with some curiosity.
"Because--because you are Keyork Arabian's friend." She glanced at his
face, but he showed no surprise.
"You have seen him this afternoon, of course," he remarked.
And odd smile passed over Unorna's face.
"Yes. I have seen him this afternoon. He is a friend of mine, and of
yours--do you understand?"
"He is the wisest of men," said the Wanderer. "And also the maddest," he
added thoughtfully.
"And you think it was in his madness, rather than in his wisdom, that he
advised you to come to me?"
"Possibly. In his belief in you, at least."
"And that may be madness?" She was gaining courage.
"Or wisdom--if I am mad. He believes in you. That is certain."
"He has no beliefs. Have you known him long, and do not know that? With
him there is nothing between knowledge and ignorance."
"And he knows, of course, by experience what you can do and what you
cannot do?"
"By very long experience, as I know him."
"Neither your gifts nor his knowledge of them can change dreams to
facts."
Unorna smiled again.
"You can produce a dream--nothing more," continued the Wanderer, drawn
at last into argument. "I, too, know something of these things. The
wisdom of the Egyptians is not wholly lost yet. You may possess some
of it, as well as the undeveloped power which could put all their magic
within your reach if you knew how to use it.
Pages:
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148