daughter, with large, deep, inscrutable eyes intently fixed upon my own.



Chapter VI.


I remained in this unconscious state, as I afterwards learned, for many
days, even for some weeks according to our computation of time. When
I recovered I was in a strange room, my host and all his family were
gathered round me, and to my utter amaze my host's daughter accosted me
in my own language with a slightly foreign accent.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

It was some moments before I could overcome my surprise enough to falter
out, "You know my language? How? Who and what are you?"

My host smiled and motioned to one of his sons, who then took from a
table a number of thin metallic sheets on which were traced drawings of
various figures--a house, a tree, a bird, a man, &c.

In these designs I recognised my own style of drawing. Under each figure
was written the name of it in my language, and in my writing; and in
another handwriting a word strange to me beneath it.

Said the host, "Thus we began; and my daughter Zee, who belongs to the
College of Sages, has been your instructress and ours too."

Zee then placed before me other metallic sheets, on which, in my