Gradually the terror faded out of his eyes; they glazed
as if in a trance; his head fell stupidly against her bosom; his
spirit stood on the borderland of being and waited.
Seeing this, she took his palm and, molding it like wax, into the
cup of it she dropped clear fluid from a small vessel of pottery
with the fylfot upon its side and the disks of the god Shiva. And
strange it was to see that lore of India in the palace where the
Blessed Law reigned in peace. Then, fixing her eyes with power
upon Mindon, she bade him, a pure child, see for her in its
clearness.
"Only virgin-pure can see!" she muttered, staring into his eyes.
"See! See!"
The eyes of Mindon were closing. He half opened them and looked
dully at his palm. His face was pinched and yellow.
"A woman - a child, on a long couch. Dead! I see!"
"See her face. Is her head crowned with the Queen's jewels? See!"
"Jewels. I cannot see her face. It is hidden."
"Why is it hidden?"
"A robe across her face. Oh, let me go!"
"And the child? See!"
"Let me go. Stop - my head - my head! I cannot see.
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