{"id":"01KG8AKVMZ0WRK82G3G5E5KX6F","cid":"bafkreics3pfzbjtf7ssj6ceeotedbevys2yukrbcakffjfu3nj45jgdalq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12862,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.931Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":12783,"text":"CHAPTER LXXXIX.\r\nThey Enter The Bower Of Hautia\r\n\r\n\r\nConducted to the arbor, from which the queen had emerged, we came to a\r\nsweet-brier bower within; and reclined upon odorous mats.\r\n\r\nThen, in citron cups, sherbet of tamarinds was offered to Media, Mohi,\r\nYoomy; to me, a nautilus shell, brimmed with a light-like fluid, that\r\nwelled, and welled like a fount.\r\n\r\n“Quaff, Taji, quaff! every drop drowns a thought!”\r\n\r\nLike a blood-freshet, it ran through my veins.\r\n\r\nA philter?—How Hautia burned before me! Glorious queen! with all the\r\nradiance, lighting up the equatorial night.\r\n\r\n“Thou art most magical, oh queen! about thee a thousand constellations\r\ncluster.”\r\n\r\n“They blaze to burn,” whispered Mohi.\r\n\r\n“I see ten million Hautias!—all space reflects her, as a mirror.”\r\n\r\nThen, in reels, the damsels once more mazed, the blossoms shaking from\r\ntheir brows; till Hautia, glided near; arms lustrous as rainbows:\r\nchanting some wild invocation.\r\n\r\nMy soul ebbed out; Yillah there was none! but as I turned round open-\r\narmed, Hautia vanished.\r\n\r\n“She is deeper than the sea,” said Media.\r\n\r\n“Her bow is bent,” said Yoomy.\r\n\r\n“I could tell wonders of Hautia and her damsels,” said Mohi.\r\n\r\n“What wonders?”\r\n\r\n“Listen; and in his own words will I recount the adventure of the youth\r\nOzonna. It will show thee, Taji, that the maidens of Hautia are all\r\nYillahs, held captive, unknown to themselves; and that Hautia, their\r\nenchantress, is the most treacherous of queens.\r\n\r\n“‘Camel-like, laden with woe,’ said Ozonna, ‘after many wild rovings in\r\nquest of a maiden long lost—beautiful Ady! and after being repelled in\r\nMaramma; and in vain hailed to land at Serenia, represented as naught\r\nbut another Maramma;—with vague promises of discovering Ady, three\r\nsirens, who long had pursued, at last inveigled me to Flozella; where\r\nHautia made me her thrall. But ere long, in Rea, one of her maidens, I\r\nthought I discovered my Ady transformed. My arms opened wide to\r\nembrace; but the damsel knew not Ozonna. And even, when after hard\r\nwooing, I won her again, she seemed not lost Ady, but Rea. Yet all the\r\nwhile, from deep in her strange, black orbs, Ady’s blue eyes seemed\r\npensively looking:—blue eye within black: sad, silent soul within\r\nmerry. Long I strove, by fixed ardent gazing, to break the spell, and\r\nrestore in Rea my lost one’s Past. But in vain. It was only Rea, not\r\nAdy, who at stolen intervals looked on me now. One morning Hautia\r\nstarted as she greeted me; her quick eye rested on my bosom; and\r\nglancing there, affrighted, I beheld a distinct, fresh mark, the\r\nimpress of Rea’s necklace drop. Fleeing, I revealed what had passed to\r\nthe maiden, who broke from my side; as I, from Hautia’s. The queen\r\nsummoned her damsels, but for many hours the call was unheeded; and\r\nwhen at last they came, upon each bosom lay a necklace-drop like Rea’s.\r\nOn the morrow, lo! my arbor was strown over with bruised Linden-leaves,\r\nexuding a vernal juice. Full of forbodings, again I sought Rea: who,\r\ncasting down her eyes, beheld her feet stained green. Again she fled;\r\nand again Hautia summoned her damsels: malicious triumph in her eye;\r\nbut dismay succeeded: each maid had spotted feet. That night Rea was\r\ntorn from my side by three masks; who, stifling her cries, rapidly bore\r\nher away; and as I pursued, disappeared in a cave. Next morning, Hautia\r\nwas surrounded by her nymphs, but Rea was absent. Then, gliding near,\r\nshe snatched from my hair, a jet-black tress, loose-hanging. ‘Ozonna is\r\nthe murderer! See! Rea’s torn hair entangled with his!’ Aghast, I swore\r\nthat I knew not her fate. ‘Then let the witch Larfee be called!’ The\r\nmaidens darted from the bower; and soon after, there rolled into it a\r\ngreen cocoa-nut, followed by the witch, and all the damsels, flinging\r\nanemones upon it. Bowling this way and that, the nut at last rolled to\r\nmy feet.—‘It is he!’ cried all.—Then they bound me with osiers; and at\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJWKGKDVTW0X1A54MWN1D","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKVMZ4TJP0HKQCZAB951J","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.079Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:29.739Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}