Yva Explains When I reached the rock I was pleased to find Marama and about twenty of his people engaged in erecting the house that we had ordered them to build for our accommodation.Indeed, it was nearly finished, since house-building in Orofena is a simple business.The framework of poles let into palm trunks, since they could not be driven into the rock, had been put together on the further shore and towed over bodily by canoes.The overhanging rock formed one side of the house; the ends were of palm leaves tied to the poles, and the roof was of the same material.The other side was left open for the present, which in that equable and balmy clime was no disadvantage.The whole edifice was about thirty feet long by fifteen deep and divided into two portions, one for sleeping and one for living, by a palm leaf partition.
Really, it was quite a comfortable abode, cool and rainproof, especially after Bastin had built his hut in which to cook.
Marama and his people were very humble in their demeanour and implored us to visit them on the main island.I answered that perhaps we would later on, as we wished to procure certain things from the wreck.Also, he requested Bastin to continue his ministrations as the latter greatly desired to do.But to this proposal I would not allow him to give any direct answer at the moment.Indeed, I dared not do so until I was sure of Oro's approval.
Towards evening they departed in their canoes, leaving behind them the usual ample store of provisions.
We cooked our meal as usual, only to discover that what Yva had said about the Life-water was quite true, since we had but little appetite for solid food, though this returned upon the following day.The same thing happened upon every occasion after drinking of that water which certainly was a most invigorating fluid.
Never for years had any of us felt so well as it caused us to do.
So we lit our pipes and talked about our experiences though of these, indeed, we scarcely knew what to say.Bastin accepted them as something out of the common, of course, but as facts which admitted of no discussion.After all, he said, the Old Testament told much the same story of people called the Sons of God who lived very long lives and ran after the daughters of men whom they should have left alone, and thus became the progenitors of a remarkable race.Of this race, he presumed that Oro and his daughter were survivors, especially as they spoke of their family as "Heaven born." How they came to survive was more than he could understand and really scarcely worth bothering over, since there they were.
It was the same about the Deluge, continued Bastin, although naturally Oro spoke falsely, or, at any rate, grossly exaggerated, when he declared that he had caused this catastrophe, unless indeed he was talking about a totally different deluge, though even then he could not have brought it about.It was curious, however, that the people drowned were said to have been wicked, and Oro had the same opinion about those whom he claimed to have drowned, though for the matter of that, he could not conceive anyone more wicked than Oro himself.On his own showing he was a most revengeful person and one who declined to agree to a quite suitable alliance, apparently desired by both parties, merely because it offended his family pride.No, on reflection he might be unjust to Oro in this particular, since he never told that story; it was only shown in some pictures which very likely were just made up to astonish us.Meanwhile, it was his business to preach to this old sinner down in that hole, and he confessed honestly that he did not like the job.Still, it must be done, so with our leave he would go apart and seek inspiration, which at present seemed to be quite lacking.
Thus declaimed Bastin and departed.
"Don't you tell your opinion about the Deluge or he may cause another just to show that you are wrong," called Bickley after him.
"I can't help that," answered Bastin."Certainly I shall not hide the truth to save Oro's feelings, if he has got any.If he revenges himself upon us in any way, we must just put up with it like other martyrs.""I haven't the slightest ambition to be a martyr," said Bickley.
"No," shouted Bastin from a little distance, "I am quite aware of that, as you have often said so before.Therefore, if you become one, I am sorry to say that I do not see how you can expect any benefit.You would only be like a man who puts a sovereign into the offertory bag in mistake for a shilling.The extra nineteen shillings will do him no good at all, since in his heart he regrets the error and wishes that he could have them back."Then he departed, leaving me laughing.But Bickley did not laugh.
"Arbuthnot," he said, "I have come to the conclusion that Ihave gone quite mad.I beg you if I should show signs of homicidal mania, which I feel developing in me where Bastin is concerned, or of other abnormal violence, that you will take whatever steps you consider necessary, even to putting me out of the way if that is imperative.""What do you mean?" I asked."You seem sane enough.""Sane, when I believe that I have seen and experienced a great number of things which I know it to be quite impossible that Ishould have seen or experienced.The only explanation is that Iam suffering from delusions."
"Then is Bastin suffering from delusions, too?""Certainly, but that is nothing new in his case.""I don't agree with you, Bickley--about Bastin, I mean.I am by no means certain that he is not the wisest of the three of us.He has a faith and he sticks to it, as millions have done before him, and that is better than making spiritual experiments, as Iam sorry to say I do, or rejecting things because one cannot understand them, as you do, which is only a form of intellectual vanity.""I won't argue the matter, Arbuthnot; it is of no use.I repeat that I am mad, and Bastin is mad.""How about me? I also saw and experienced these things.Am Imad, too?"
