Limanora the island of progress
We searched for him in the bush for days, but we never found track
of him. The only sign of his movements was that the wings were gone.
Whether he had adjusted them to his body and flown into the air or
buried them in the sea we could not discover. There clings to our
thoughts the fancy that he faded away into the azure under the blow
of assurance that Thyriel was gone for ever. We kept our eyes on the
alert for years after, as we went prospecting through the forest; and
slowly the thought lurking in our minds passed into assured belief
that his ethereal texture had melted into the air at death, that the
earth received none of his material atoms when his energy fled from its
surface.
It is only now, when we are sure that he has gone from our orb, that we
venture on giving his story to the rest of mankind. We know no better
memorial to him, and no better form for our gratitude than to let
others know what he gave us, to let others feel what has passed into
our own lives as an imperishable memory.
GODFREY SWEVEN.
THE END.
=TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES=
The corrections in the errata on page 12 have been made.
Contents of Book II is given on page 289.
Simple typographical errors have been silently corrected; unbalanced
quotation marks were remedied when the change was obvious, and
otherwise left unbalanced.
Punctuation and spelling were made consistent when a predominant
preference was found in the original book; otherwise they were not
changed.
Inconsistent hyphens left as printed.