When she left him at the doorway of the cavern that evening she said as
she made a gay little gesture of farewell: "Today the land, but tomorrow
we shall find still more beautiful things that lie hidden under the deep
waters. You shall see!"
And once again with dawn she came. This time it was the splash of a
paddle that brought him to the opening in the rock.
"Aloho-ate, lazy one!" she called gaily from below. "Make haste! The
world is always loveliest while it lies waiting for the sun!"
That day, perhaps, from among them all, lived longest within the memory
of young Harold, - the porpoises playing fearlessly around her canoe as
the princess, with graceful, effortless strokes, paddled around one
after another of the pointed tongues of rock; the flying fish, skimming
the surface of the ocean until, by virtue of their speed alone, they
rose like gleaming bows of silver from the foam. Intent to show him all
her treasures, Wildenai guided him to a quiet stretch of water lying
close to shore within the shadow of tall cliffs which rose at that point
with precipitous abruptness from the sea itself.
"Here are my gardens that grow under the water," she explained, as they
glided above the spot. "Look well at them. They are most beautiful.
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