Turning and looking in the direction of the entrance, I saw, or thought I saw, once more the Presence beheld in the Hall of the Zinta.

But commanding, enthralling as were those eyes, they could not now retain my attention; for beside that figure appeared one whose presence in life or death left me no thought for aught beside.

I sprang forward, seemed to touch her hand, to clasp her form, to reach the lips I bent my head to meet:--and then, in the midst of the bright sunlight, a momentary darkness veiled all from my eyes.

Lifting my head, however, my glance fell, through the window to which the Vision had drawn me, directly upon Ecasfe and upon the home from which I had taken her whose remains were now being carried back thither.

Snatching up my field-glass, I scanned the scene of which I had thus caught a momentary and confused glimpse.