Unorna, indeed, possessed an extraordinary power, but on the other hand she had to deal with an extraordinary organisation.

She knew this instinctively, and endeavoured to lead the sleeping mind by degrees to the condition in which she wished it to remain.
The repeated tremor in the body was the outward sign of a mental resistance which it would not be easy to overcome.

The wisest course was to go over the ground already gained.

This she was determined to do by means of a sort of catechism.
"Who am I ?" she asked.
"Unorna," answered the powerless man promptly, but with a strange air of relief.
"Are you asleep ?" "No." "Awake ?" "No." "In what state are you ?" "I am an image." "And where is your body ?" "Seated upon that stone." "Can you see your face ?" "I see it distinctly.

The eyes in the body are glassy." "The body is gone now.