Bend to us, and give us of the breath of immortality!" He bowed and breathed upon them, and they broke forth in words of thankfulness and delight.
Only Wilhelmine kept silent; she only failed to feel the magical influence, and he bowed again to her, fixing his great fiery eyes upon her.

"Thou art called, thou art chosen," he said.

"Mount to the tabernacle, and lift the veil." She did as commanded, and beheld the figure of a wonderful woman stretched upon the couch as in deep sleep, clothed in transparent robes.
"Lay your hand upon her brow, and direct in your thoughts a question to the prophetess of the order, and she will answer you!" Upon the lofty, white brow of the sleeping one, she laid her hand; immediately a smile flitted over her beautiful face, and she nodded.

"Yes," said she, "you must believe.

You dare not doubt.