His greater learning and his vast experience lent to his sayings something divine in her eyes; she looked upon him as the Pythoness of Delphi looked upon the divinity of her inspiration.
The irresistible longing to hear the passionate pleadings of her own heart solemnly confirmed by the voice in which she trusted overcame at last every obstacle.

Unorna bent over the sleeper, looking earnestly into his face, and she laid one hand upon his brow.
"You hear me," she said, slowly and distinctly.

"You are conscious of thought, and you see into the future." The massive head stirred, the long limbs moved uneasily under the white robe, the enormous, bony hands contracted, and in the cavernous eyes the great lids were slowly lifted.

A dull stare met her look.
"Is it he ?" she asked, speaking more quickly in spite of herself.

"Is it he at last ?" There was no answer.