{"id":"01KG8AM1333TWNMZG2ZXJDEARQ","cid":"bafkreig2rjgk3dxfk4fctnz5idkyfaobcvfenf3np666jm5eyn2uu4lhle","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":5546,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.535Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","start_line":5477,"text":"CHAPTER L.\r\nYillah In Ardair\r\n\r\n\r\nIn the verdant glen of Ardair, far in the silent interior of Amma, shut\r\nin by hoar old cliffs, Yillah the maiden abode.\r\n\r\nSo small and so deep was this glen, so surrounded on all sides by steep\r\nacclivities, and so vividly green its verdure, and deceptive the\r\nshadows that played there; that, from above, it seemed more like a lake\r\nof cool, balmy air, than a glen: its woodlands and grasses gleaming\r\nshadowy all, like sea groves and mosses beneath the calm sea.\r\n\r\nHere, none came but Aleema the priest, who at times was absent for days\r\ntogether. But at certain seasons, an unseen multitude with loud chants\r\nstood upon the verge of the neighboring precipices, and traversing\r\nthose shaded wilds, slowly retreated; their voices lessening and\r\nlessening, as they wended their way through the more distant groves.\r\n\r\nAt other times, Yillah being immured in the temple of Apo, a band of\r\nmen entering the vale, surrounded her retreat, dancing there till\r\nevening came. Meanwhile, heaps of fruit, garlands of flowers, and\r\nbaskets of fish, were laid upon an altar without, where stood Aleema,\r\narrayed in white tappa, and muttering to himself, as the offerings were\r\nlaid at his feet.\r\n\r\nWhen Aleema was gone, Yillah went forth into the glen, and wandered\r\namong the trees, and reposed by the banks of the stream. And ever as\r\nshe strolled, looked down upon her the grim old cliffs, bearded with\r\ntrailing moss.\r\n\r\nToward the lower end of the vale, its lofty walls advancing and\r\noverhanging their base, almost met in mid air. And a great rock, hurled\r\nfrom an adjacent height, and falling into the space intercepted, there\r\nremained fixed. Aerial trees shot up from its surface; birds nested in\r\nits clefts; and strange vines roved abroad, overrunning the tops of the\r\ntrees, lying thereon in coils and undulations, like anacondas basking\r\nin the light. Beneath this rock, was a lofty wall of ponderous stones.\r\nBetween its crevices, peeps were had of a long and leafy arcade,\r\nquivering far away to where the sea rolled in the sun. Lower down,\r\nthese crevices gave an outlet to the waters of the brook, which, in a\r\nlong cascade, poured over sloping green ledges near the foot of the\r\nwall, into a deep shady pool; whose rocky sides, by the perpetual\r\neddying of the water, had been worn into a grotesque resemblance to a\r\ngroup of giants, with heads submerged, indolently reclining about the\r\nbasin.\r\n\r\nIn this pool, Yillah would bathe. And once, emerging, she heard the\r\nechoes of a voice, and called aloud. But the only reply, was the\r\nrustling of branches, as some one, invisible, fled down the valley\r\nbeyond. Soon after, a stone rolled inward, and Aleema the priest stood\r\nbefore her; saying that the voice she had heard was his. But it was\r\nnot.\r\n\r\nAt last the weary days grew, longer and longer, and the maiden pined\r\nfor companionship. When the breeze blew not, but slept in the caves of\r\nthe mountains, and all the leaves of the trees stood motionless as\r\ntears in the eye, Yillah would sadden, and call upon the spirits in her\r\nsoul to awaken. She sang low airs, she thought she had heard in\r\nOroolia; but started affrighted, as from dingles and dells, came back\r\nto her strains more wild than hers. And ever, when sad, Aleema would\r\nseek to cheer her soul, by calling to mind the bright scenes of Oroolia\r\nthe Blest, to which place, he averred, she was shortly to return, never\r\nmore to depart.\r\n\r\nNow, at the head of the vale of Ardair, rose a tall, dark peak,\r\npresenting at the top the grim profile of a human face; whose shadow,\r\nevery afternoon, crept down the verdant side of the mountain: a silent\r\nphantom, stealing all over the bosom of the glen.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJT0DVZETHPXYEQZ0DVPD","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AM12N8HJBVN8FFBWQVC9G","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:23.651Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:30.203Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}