"What wilt thou ?" answered a _choir_, whose question echoed among the worlds.

"To go to God." "Hast thou conquered ?" "I have conquered the flesh through abstinence, I have conquered false knowledge by humility, I have conquered pride by charity, I have conquered the earth by love; I have paid my dues by suffering, I am purified in the fires of faith, I have longed for Life by prayer: I wait in adoration, and I am resigned." No answer came.
"God's will be done!" answered the _Spirit_, believing that he was about to be rejected.
His tears flowed and fell like dew upon the heads of the two kneeling witnesses, who trembled before the justice of God.
Suddenly the trumpets sounded,--the last trumpets of Victory won by the _Angel_ in this last trial.

The reverberation passed through space as sound through its echo, filling it, and shaking the universe which Wilfrid and Minna felt like an atom beneath their feet.

They trembled under an anguish caused by the dread of the mystery about to be accomplished.
A great movement took place, as though the Eternal Legions, putting themselves in motion, were passing upward in spiral columns.

The worlds revolved like clouds driven by a furious wind.