He was experiencing that frightful plunge of Icarus, from the clouds to the sea.

He was falling, falling.

When one falls from a great height, when waters roll thunderously over one's head, strange and significant fragments of life pass and repass the vision.

And at this moment there flashed across the Chevalier's brain, indistinctly it is true, the young Jesuit's words, spoken at the Silver Candlestick in Paris.

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