The following formula, pronounced by Esmo, had fallen not unheard, but almost unheeded on my ears, though one passage harmonised strangely with the sight before me:-- "Passing sign and fleeting breath Bind the Soul for life and death! Lifted hand and plighted word Eyes have seen and ears have heard; Eyes have seen--nor ours alone; Fell the sound on ears unknown.
Age-long labour, strand by strand, Forged the immemorial band; Never thread hath known decay, Never link hath dropped away." Here he paused and beckoned us to advance.

The sign, twice repeated before I could obey it, at last broke the spell that enthralled me.
Under the most astounding or awe-striking circumstances, instinct moves our limbs almost in our own despite, and leads us to do with paralysed will what has been intended or is expected of us.

This instinct, and no conscious resolve to overcome the influence that held me spell-bound, enabled me to proceed; and I led Eveena forward by actual if gentle force, till we reached the lower step of the platform.

Here, at a sign from her father, we knelt, while, laying his hands on our heads, and stooping to kiss each upon the brow--Eveena raising her veil for one moment and dropping it again--he continued-- "So we greet you evermore, Brethren of the deathless Lore; So your vows our own renew, Sworn to all as each to you.
Yours at once the secrets won Age by age, from sire to son; Yours the fruit through countless years Grown by thought and toil and tears.
He who guards you guards his own, He who fails you fails the Throne." The last two lines were repeated, as by a simultaneous impulse, in a low but audible tone by the whole assembly.

In the meantime Esmo had invested each of us with the symbol of our enrolment in the Zinta, the silver sash and Star of the Initiates.