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“Jeekie，“hesaid，“asktheAsikaifIammad，orifsheis。HowcansheknowwhatIusedtowear，seeingthatIwasneverinthisplacetillyesterday，andcertainlyIhavenotmetheranywhereelse。“
“Shemeanwhenyouyourreverenduncle，“saidJeekie，wagginghisgreathead，“shethinkyouidenticalman。“
“Whattroublesyou，Vernoon，“theAsikaaskedsoftly，thenaddedanythingbutsoftlytoJeekie，“Translate，youdog，andbeswift。“
SoJeekietranslatedinagreathurry，tellingherwhatAlanhadsaid，andaddingonhisownaccountthathe，sillywhitemanthathewas，couldnotunderstandhow，asshewasquiteayoungwoman，shecouldhaveseenhimbeforeshewasborn。Ifthatwereso，shewouldbeoldanduglynow，notbeautifulasshewas。
“Ineversawyoubefore，andyouneversawme，Lady，yetyoutalkasthoughwehadbeenfriends，“brokeinAlaninhishaltingAsiki。
“Sowewereinthespirit，Vernoon。Itwasshewhowentbeforemewholovedthatwhitemanwhosefacewasasyourfaceis，butherghostlivesoninmeandtellsmethetale。TherehavebeenmanyAsikas，forthousandsofyearstheyhaveruledinthisland，yetbutonespiritbelongstothemall；itisthestringuponwhichthebeadsoftheirlivesarethreaded。Whiteman，I，whomyouthinkyoung，knoweverythingbacktothebeginningoftheworld，backtothetimewhenI
wasamonkeywomansittinginthosecedartrees，andifyouwish，I
cantellityou。“
“Ishouldliketohearitverymuchindeed，“answeredAlan，whenhehadmasteredhermeaning，“thoughitisstrangethatnoneoftherestofusremembersuchthings。Meanwhile，OAsika，IwilltellyouthatI
desiretoreturntomyownland，takingwithmethatgiftofgoldthatyouhavegivenme。Whenwillitpleaseyoutoallowmetoreturn？“
“Notyetawhile，Ithink，“shesaid，smilingathimweirdly，fornootherwordwilldescribethatsmile。“Myspiritremembersthatitwasalwaysthus。Thosewandererswhocamehitheralwayswishedtoreturnagaintotheirowncountry，likethebirdsinspring。Oncetherewasawhitemanamongthem，thatwasmorethantwentyhundredyearsago；hewasanativeofacountrycalledRoma，andworeahelmet。Hewishedtoreturn，butmymotherofthatday，shekepthimandbyandbyIwillshowhimtoyouifyoulike。Beforethattherewasabrownmanwhocamefromalandwhereagreatriveroverflowsitsbankseveryyear。
Hewasaprinceofhisowncountry，whohadfledfromhiskingandthedesertfolkmadeaslaveofhim，andsohedriftedhither。Hewishedtoreturnalso，formymotherofthatday，ormyspiritthatdweltinher，showedtohimthatifhecouldbutbetheretheywouldmakehimkinginhisownland。Butmymotherofthatday，shewouldnotlethimgo，andbyandbyIwillshowhimtoyou，ifyouwish。“
Bewildered，amazed，Alanlistenedtoher。Evidentlythewomanwasmad，orelsesheplayedsomemysticalpartforreasonsofherown。
“Whenwillyouletmego，OAsika？“herepeated。
“Notyetawhile，Ithink，“shesaidagain。“YouaretoocomelyandI
likeyou，“andshesmiledathim。Therewasnothingcoarseinthesmile，indeedithadacertainspiritualqualitywhichthrilledhim。
“Ilikeyou，“shewentoninherdreamyvoice，“Iwouldkeepyouwithmeuntilyourspiritisdrawnupintomyspirit，mak
