growling of The Great Nagoola in his. anger, and the earth shakes and trembles as he strives far, far beneath to shake the mountains from him and escape. Did you not hear his voice and feel the ground rock?”
Thandar laughed.
“Well, we are quite safe then,” he cried, “for with two mountains piled upon him he cannot escape.”
“Who knows?” asked Nadara. “He is huge—as huge, himself, as a small mountain. Some day, they say, he will escape, and then naught will pacify his rage until he has destroyed every living creature upon the land.”
“Do not worry, little one,” said Thandar. “The Great Nagoola will have to grumble louder and struggle more fiercely before ever he may dislodge the two mountains. Even now he is quiet again, so run to your cave, sweetheart, nor bother your pretty head with useless worries—it is time that all good people were asleep,” and he stooped and kissed her as she turned to go.
For a moment she clung to him.
“I am afraid, Thandar,” she whispered. “Why, I do not know. I only know that I am afraid, with a great fear that will not be quiet.”
