It said nothing
of Iskander. But it reminded her that little more than the same time
that would carry her to the coast to embark for a foreign land, would,
were she wise, alike enable Nicaeus to place her in her father's arms,
and allow him to join in the great struggle for his country and his
creed. The letter was written with firmness, but tenderly. It left,
however, on the mind of Iduna an impression of the desperate resolution
of the writer.
Now it so happened, that as this unhappy lady jumped from her couch,
and paced the room in the perturbation of her mind, the wind of her
drapery extinguished her lamp. As her attendant, or visitor, had paid
her last visit for the day, there seemed little chance of its being
again illumined. The miserable are always more unhappy in the dark.
Light is the greatest of comforters. And so this little misfortune
seemed to the forlorn Iduna almost overwhelming. And as she attempted
to look around, and wrung her hands in very woe, her attention was
attracted by a brilliant streak of light upon the wall, which greatly
surprised her.
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