Strona 96 z 134

"O, my Rathunor, speak to me quickly before I have time to

forget. I can not remember this long, yet it as a recurrence of a

vivid dream. Tell me while I am awake, where I have been. I saw,

and felt, and know I was there--there in the Sacred Sanctuary of

that Temple. O, that I might go again and remain there forever to

listen to that enchanting music and the solemn heavenly voices of

that choir."

A quiver ran through her whole frame and with a mournful cry she

fell fainting in the arms of Rathunor. Here his innate born

courage and bravery sustained him, and instantly there flashed

into his mind the words he had once heard the High Priest use

while passing his hands over an insensible form. So, gently

laying her inanimate body upon the grass, he repeated in slow,

but firm and commanding tones these words:

"Return, O soul, to thy physical body. Return, I command thee,

and reanimate this lifeless tenement of your soul. Come, come, I

command thee, come."