Once or twice I had heard Corbeck speak of the fiery energy of his youth; but, save for the noble words of Margaret when she had spoken of Queen Tera's hope--which coming from his daughter made possible a belief that her power was in some sense due to heredity--I had seen no marked sign of it.

But now his words, sweeping before them like a torrent all antagonistic thought, gave me a new idea of the man.
"'A woman's life!' What is a woman's life in the scale with what we hope for! Why, we are risking already a woman's life; the dearest life to me in all the world, and that grows more dear with every hour that passes.

We are risking as well the lives of four men; yours and my own, as well as those two others who have been won to our confidence.
'The proof that resurrection can be accomplished!' That is much.

A marvellous thing in this age of science, and the scepticism that knowledge makes.

But life and resurrection are themselves but items in what may be won by the accomplishment of this Great Experiment.
Imagine what it will be for the world of thought--the true world of human progress--the veritable road to the Stars, the itur ad astra of the Ancients--if there can come back to us out of the unknown past one who can yield to us the lore stored in the great Library of Alexandria, and lost in its consuming flames.