"If you hesitate so long," he said, "I shall--"
Diana laughed. "Begin to cry, as Curly said? Oh, don't do that! I
shall be very happy to have you with me, but before we start, I think I
shall develop some of the films I exposed on the way over. A ten
o'clock start will be early enough, won't it? I have a developing
machine with me. It may not take me even until ten."
Enoch nodded. "How does the work go?" he asked eagerly. "Did you
attend the ceremony Na-che sent word to you about?"
"Yes! Out of a hundred exposures I made there, I think I got one
fairly satisfactory picture." Diana sighed. "After all, the camera
tells the story no better than words, and words are futile. Look!
What medium could one use to tell the world of that?"
She swept her arm to embrace the view before them. The tiny sandy
beach was on a curve of the river so sharp that above and below them
the rushing waters seemed to drive into blind canyon walls. To the
right, the Canyon on both sides was so sheer, the river bed so narrow
that nothing but sky was to be seen above and beyond. But to the left,
the south canyon wall terraced back at perhaps a thousand feet in a
series of magnificent strata, yellow, purple and crimson.
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