I tried to advance and to embrace her, my arms would not move.

There was a barrier between us.
She lifted her hand and beckoned as though bidding me to follow her.
"Then she glided away, and, Horace, my spirit seemed to loose itself from the body and to be given the power to follow.

We passed swiftly eastward, over lands and seas, and--I knew the road.

At one point she paused and I looked downwards.

Beneath, shining in the moonlight, appeared the ruined palaces of Kor, and there not far away was the gulf we trod together.
"Onward above the marshes, and now we stood upon the Ethiopian's Head, and gathered round, watching us earnestly, were the faces of the Arabs, our companions who drowned in the sea beneath.