"Messenger of my fate; thou who art a guiding spirit of the elements, thou who ridest the storm-cloud and sittest throned on the edge of the lightning! By that electric spark within me, of which thou art the Twin Flame, I ask of thee to send me this one more poor human soul; let me change its unrestfulness into repose, its hesitation to certainty, its weakness to strength, its weary imprisonment to the light of liberty! Azul!" His voice ceases, his extended hands fall slowly, and gradually, gradually he turns his whole figure towards ME.

He faces me--his intense eyes burn through me--his strange yet tender smile absorbs me.
Yet I am full of unreasoning terror; I tremble--I strive to turn away from that searching and magnetic gaze.

His deep, melodious tones again ring softly on the silence.

He addresses me.
"Fearest thou me, my child?
Am I not thy friend?
Knowest thou not the name of HELIOBAS ?" At this word I start and gasp for breath; I would shriek, but cannot, for a heavy hand seems to close my mouth, and an immense weight presses me down.

I struggle violently with this unseen Power--little by little I gain the advantage.