Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Green Light

A few minutes later, in the depths of Cranshall's Grotto, Miss Campbell awoke to the fresh air.She seemed to have just had a dream, and Oliver was with her from beginning to end.And because of her own recklessness, she could not even think of the danger she had faced. She could not yet speak, but at the sight of Oliver Sinclair, tears of gratitude welled up in her eyes, and she held out her hand to her savior. Sam and Seb, unable to speak a word, hugged the young man tightly.Lady Bess kept curtseying to him, and Partridge wanted so badly to hug him. He was tired for a while.Everyone changed their clothes wet from sea water and rain, and fell asleep, and the night ended quietly.

But for the actors and audience of this play, the magic of Finger's Cave is played out, and everything they felt will never be erased from memory. The next day, while Miss Campbell was resting in the bunk assigned to her in the Cranshall, the Melville brothers, arm in arm, walked on the embankment.They didn't speak, do they still need language to express the same thought?When the two agree on something, they nod their head up and down together; if they disagree, they shake their heads from side to side.If only Oliver risked his life to rescue the reckless young girl, what can they affirm and what can they deny?Because those original plans can now be realized.In this silent conversation, the two talked about many things, and Sam and Sib had foreseen the development trend of things in the future.In their eyes, Oliver is no longer Oliver!He is not inferior to the most perfect hero in the Gaelic epic.

Oliver Sinclair was naturally very excited.He is sensitive and just wants to be alone.He felt awkward in the presence of the Melville brothers.It was as if he wanted to get paid for his sacrifice when he showed up. In this way, after leaving Cranshall Cave, he walked alone on Stafford Heights. At this moment all his thoughts could not help turning to Miss Campbell.And the risks he took, the risks he himself was willing to share, he doesn't even remember, all he remembers of that terrible night is being beside Helena, in the dark alcove, with his arms around her. She, trying not to let the waves sweep her away, spent hours like this.He saw again, under the phosphorescent light, the beautiful face of the young girl, pale with fright rather than exhaustion, facing the fury of the sea like a storm god!Again he heard the young girl answer in that excited voice, "What, you know?" and before she heard him say to her, "I know what you've done before I'm sinking to Cory Wilkan." Everything," she replied.He was back again in the narrow hiding-place, or rather the hole dug for the cold stone statue, where two affectionate young men, clinging to each other, were put to the test and wrestled long and hard. Hour.There, the two were no longer Miss Campbell and Mr Sinclair.They called each other Oliver and Helena, as if they wanted to start anew when death threatened them.

These burning thoughts fill the minds of young men who walk the Stafford Heights.As much as he wanted to go back to Miss Campbell, an irresistible force held him, and he was afraid that he would not be able to help speaking to her, but he wanted to say nothing. After the sudden arrival and sudden disappearance of bad weather, the weather became fine and the sky was pure.Usually, the southwest wind sweeps away without leaving any trace, and makes this cosmic cloud very transparent.The sun has passed the zenith, but the sky is still not a trace of fog. With all kinds of thoughts churning in Oliver's mind, he walked in the sunlight reflected from the island's plateau.He basked in the heat, sucked in the sea breeze, and took another bath in the crisp air.

Facing the clear sky outside the sea, he suddenly thought of one thing, and now he completely forgot about it in the thoughts lingering in his mind. "Green light!" he yelled. "If there ever was a good time for us to observe it, it is now! Not a cloud, not a speck of fog! Yesterday's terrible wind blew, and the clouds and air were thrown far to the east. It can be said that there will be no such thing again. The sky is up! Miss Campbell may not have imagined what a wonderful sunset will be tonight! She should go! . . . she should be informed! . . . before it's too late! . . . "

Oliver, glad to have such a natural reason to return to Helena, walked towards the Cranshall Grotto. A little later he saw Miss Campbell and her two uncles again.They looked at him affectionately, and Mrs Beth shook his hand. "Miss Campbell," he said, "you're doing better! . . . I can see . . . your strength has recovered?" "Yes, Mr. Oliver," said Miss Campbell, thrilled to see the young man." "I think," continued Oliver, "that you'd better go up to the high ground and get some fresh air. It's nice after the storm. The sun is beautiful, too, and it'll cheer you up."

"Mr. Sinclair's right," said Sam. "Very reasonable," added Sieb. "And," continued Oliver, "if my premonition is correct, in a few hours' time your greatest wish will be fulfilled." "My greatest wish?" muttered Miss Campbell, as if speaking to herself. "Yes, the sky is very pure. When the sun sets, there may be no clouds in the sky!" "Is it possible?" Sam called. "Is it possible?" Sib also called out. Sinclair added: "I can believe you will see the green light tonight!" "Green light!" Miss Campbell echoed.

It seemed that she was searching for what this green light was in some confused memory. "Ah!...Yes!..." She continued, "We are here to see the green light!" "Go! Go!" Sam rejoiced at the chance to pull the young girl out of the chaos in which she seemed to be sleeping. "Go, go to the other side of the island." "We'd better come back to supper," added Sieb cheerfully. It was five o'clock at night. Led by Oliver, the family, including Mrs. Beth and Partridge, immediately left Cranshall Cave and climbed the wooden stairs to the edge of the upper plateau.

See how excited the two uncles are when they see such a beautiful sky.The radiant orb slowly slides down the sky.Maybe they were exaggerating a bit, but they had never been so excited as they were in this place where they were going to see the green light.It seemed that it was chiefly for them, and not for Miss Campbell, that they had moved so many times, and endured so many hardships, from the farmhouse in Helensburgh to Stafford Island, with Jonah and Oban in between! Indeed, the sunset must have been beautiful that night.Even the most indifferent, vulgar, practical merchants and Canongothic wholesalers in the old town will be amazed by the magnificent sea that unfolds before their eyes.

In the atmosphere, which was saturated with salty vapors distilled by the breeze from the open sea, Miss Campbell was reinvigorated, as if alive again.Her beautiful eyes were wide open, looking at the Atlantic Ocean in front of her.The rosy color of Scotch girls came back to her cheeks, pale with exhaustion.She is so beautiful!The body exudes infinite charm!Oliver walked a little back, watching her quietly.In the past, he always walked with her very naturally, going far away, but now he was very disturbed, flustered for a while, and he didn't even dare to look up at her! The Melville brothers can be said to be as radiant as the sun.They talked excitedly to the sun, asking it to find a place where there was no fog to set down, and begging it to send them that last light at the end of a beautiful day.

The two of them recited Ossian's poems line by line. "Oh, you roll over our heads, round like a grandfather's shield, tell us, where does your light come from, O holy sun! Where does your eternal light come from?" "Your majestic beauty grows day by day! The stars disappear in your firmament, and the pale cold moon hides in the western waters! Only you move, O Sun!" "Who will be your traveling companion? The moon recedes in the sky, and only you remain the same! You are always jumping for joy for your shining life!" "When the thunder rolls and the lightning flashes, you step out of the clouds, so beautiful, you are laughing at the storm!" Everyone was excited and walked towards the end of Stafford Heights.Stafford Heights overlooks the vast sea.We sat on a few rocks by the sea and looked at the sky. The sky and the water drew beautiful lines, as if nothing would destroy it. This time there would be no Aristobulus Ursyklaus to lay a sail, or spread a cloud of waterfowl, between the setting sun and Stafford Island. As night fell, there was a slight breeze in the sky, and the last few sprays disappeared in the shaking surf at the foot of the rocks.Farther away, the sea is like a mirror, with a bright surface that can be broken by a single ripple. All conditions are suitable for the emergence of green light. After half an hour, suddenly Partridge pointed to the south and shouted: "Look, sail!" It is a sail, will it pass in front of it at the moment when the sun's disc is about to disappear into the waves?If so, it can only be considered bad luck! The boat sailed out of the narrow bay between the tips of the Isle of Mull on the Isle of Jona and raced with the wind.The rising tide propels it, compared to the effect of the breeze, which is not so great, and a few breezes can just blow its sails. "It's the Clorida," said Oliver. "Look at her sailing east of Stafford Island. She's going in. It won't interfere with our observation." Everyone's eyes returned to the western skyline. The sun was falling rapidly, as if something was pushing it towards the sea.There was a broad silver band flashing on the water, and the sun dropped the silver band, and the sun was not yet directly visible to the human eye.The sun quickly changed from the old gold it had been when it set to cherry red gold.When I close my eyes, those red rhombuses and yellow circles are still flashing in front of my eyes, just like the fleeting colors of a kaleidoscope are intertwined in front of my eyes.Gentle ripples erase the comet tails that solar radiation carves across the water.Like a silvery sheet of light that fades as it approaches the shore. Clouds, fog, and air are all so thin that they can no longer be seen in the sky.Nothing can break the clear arc of the sky, not even a compass can be drawn more rounded on the white calfskin. Everyone stood there motionless, extremely excited.Looking at the still descending sphere, it was moving obliquely toward the sky.Sometimes it seems to hang in the abyss, and suddenly refracts and changes the shape of the disc.It can be felt to widen slightly and shrink in vertical diameter, reminiscent of the shape of an Etruscan vase: its sides bulge out, its feet dipped into the water.There is no doubt that the green light is coming.This radiant orb is about to set, and this wondrous beauty will not be disturbed. "Nothing can block this last light!" Soon, half the sun disappeared below sea level.A few rays of light shot out like golden arrows, and hit some rocks at the front of Stafford Island.Behind them, the flames stained the Cliffs of Mull and the peaks of Benmore. Finally, the arc of the sun was only a thin point above, level with the sea. "Green light, green light!" cried the Melville brothers in unison.Mrs. Beth and Partridge also saw the green light for a quarter of a second, and their eyes were filled with the incomparable greenness of the liquid. Only Oliver and Helena watched this many times but didn't see it, and now the green light that finally appeared, they didn't see anything! Just when the sun shot the last ray of light into the universe, the eyes of the two intertwined, staring at each other, forgetting about themselves! ...but Helena saw the black light in the boy's eyes; Oliver saw the blue light in the young girl's eyes. The whole sun is gone.Neither Oliver nor Helena saw the green light.