"And, Ahuna done, I could but gaze, with imagination at the one time sobered and fired.Old drunken Howard had lent me his Tennyson, and I had mooned long and often over the Idyls of the King.Here were the three, I thought--Arthur, and Launcelot, and Guinevere.This, then, I pondered, was the end of it all, of life and strife and striving and love, the weary spirits of these long- gone ones to be invoked by fat old women and mangy sorcerers, the bones of them to be esteemed of collectors and betted on horse- races and ace-fulls or to be sold for cash and invested in sugar stocks.
"For me it was illumination.I learned there in the burial-cave the great lesson.And to Ahuna I said: 'The spear headed with the long bone of Keola I shall take for my own.Never shall I sell it.I shall keep it always.'
"'And for what purpose?' he demanded.And I replied: 'That the contemplation of it may keep my hand sober and my feet on earth with the knowledge that few men are fortunate enough to have as much of a remnant of themselves as will compose a spearhead when they are three centuries dead.'
"And Ahuna bowed his head, and praised my wisdom of judgment.But at that moment the long-rotted olona-cord broke and the pitiful woman's bones of Laulani shed from my clasp and clattered on the rocky floor.One shin-bone, in some way deflected, fell under the dark shadow of a canoe-bow, and I made up my mind that it should be mine.So I hastened to help him in the picking up of the bones and the tying, so that he did not notice its absence.
"'This,' said Ahuna, introducing me to another of my ancestors, 'is your great-grandfather, Mokomoku, the father of Kaaukuu.Behold the size of his bones.He was a giant.I shall carry him, because of the long spear of Keola that will be difficult for you to carry away.And this is Lelemahoa, your grandmother, the mother of your mother, that you shall carry.And day grows short, and we must still swim up through the waters to the sun ere darkness hides the sun from the world.'
"But Ahuna, putting out the various calabashes of light by drowning the wicks in the whale-oil, did not observe me include the shinbone of Laulani with the bones of my grandmother."The honk of the automobile, sent up from Olokona to rescue us, broke off the Prince's narrative.We said good-bye to the ancient and fresh- pensioned wahine, and departed.A half-mile on our way, Prince Akuli resumed.
"So Ahuna and I returned to Hiwilani, and to her happiness, lasting to her death the year following, two more of her ancestors abided about her in the jars of her twilight room.Also, she kept her compact and worried my father into sending me to England.I took old Howard along, and he perked up and confuted the doctors, so that it was three years before I buried him restored to the bosom of my family.Sometimes I think he was the most brilliant man I have ever known.Not until my return from England did Ahuna die, the last custodian of our alii secrets.And at his death-bed he pledged me again never to reveal the location in that nameless valley, and never to go back myself.
"Much else I have forgotten to mention did I see there in the cave that one time.There were the bones of Kumi, the near demigod, son of Tui Manua of Samoa, who, in the long before, married into my line and heaven-boosted my genealogy.And the bones of my great- grandmother who had slept in the four-poster presented her by Lord Byron.And Ahuna hinted tradition that there was reason for that presentation, as well as for the historically known lingering of the Blonde in Olokona for so long.And I held her poor bones in my hands--bones once fleshed with sensate beauty, informed with sparkle and spirit, instinct with love and love-warmness of arms around and eyes and lips together, that had begat me in the end of the generations unborn.It was a good experience.I am modern, 'tis true.I believe in no mystery stuff of old time nor of the kahunas.And yet, I saw in that cave things which I dare not name to you, and which I, since old Ahuna died, alone of the living know.I have no children.With me my long line ceases.This is the twentieth century, and we stink of gasolene.Nevertheless these other and nameless things shall die with me.I shall never revisit the burial-place.Nor in all timeto come will any man gaze upon it through living eyes unless the quakes of earth rend the mountains asunder and spew forth the secrets contained in the hearts of the mountains."Prince Akuli ceased from speech.With welcome relief on his face, he removed the lei hala from his neck, and, with a sniff and a sigh, tossed it into concealment in the thick lantana by the side of the road.
"But the shin-bone of Laulani?" I queried softly.
He remained silent while a mile of pasture land fled by us and yielded to caneland.
"I have it now," he at last said."And beside it is Keola, slain ere his time and made into a spear-head for love of the woman whose shin-bone abides near to him.To them, those poor pathetic bones, I owe more than to aught else.I became possessed of them in the period of my culminating adolescence.I know they changed the entire course of my life and trend of my mind.They gave to me a modesty and a humility in the world, from which my father's fortune has ever failed to seduce me.
"And often, when woman was nigh to winning to the empery of my mind over me, I sought Laulani's shin-bone.And often, when lusty manhood stung me into feeling over-proud and lusty, I consulted the spearhead remnant of Keola, one-time swift runner, and mighty wrestler and lover, and thief of the wife of a king.The contemplation of them has ever been of profound aid to me, and you might well say that I have founded my religion or practice of living upon them."WAIKIKI, HONOLULU, HAWAIIAN ISLANDS.July 16, 1916.
