An airy brightness, like a light cloud with sunshine falling through it, hovered above Zara's bier! I gazed breathlessly; I could not move my lips to utter a sound.

A face looked at me--a face angelically beautiful! It smiled.

I stretched out my hands; I struggled for speech, and managed to whisper: "Zara, Zara! you have come back!" Her voice, so sweetly familiar, answered me: "To life?
Ah, never, never again! I am too happy to return.

But save him--save my brother! Go to him; he is in danger; to you is given the rescue.

Save him; and for me rejoice, and grieve no more!" The face vanished, the brightness faded, and I sprang up from my knees in haste.