Bacchus, and Pandora and Psyche--talismans to conjure with! But alas! the necromancy was her mother's.

Strange, meaningless words that meant so much! Her marvelous mother had known their meaning.

Saxon spelled the three words aloud, letter by letter, for she did not dare their pronunciation; and in her consciousness glimmered august connotations, profound and unthinkable.

Her mind stumbled and halted on the star-bright and dazzling boundaries of a world beyond her world in which her mother had roamed at will.

Again and again, solemnly, she went over the four lines.