ing it."

"'The ships sail up stream and down stream alike. The fish in the
river leap up before Thee and Thy rays are in the midst of the great
sea. How manifold are Thy works. Thou didst create the earth
according to Thy desire, men, all cattle, all that are upon the earth.'"

"How extraordinarily like!" Margaret said. "How do you account for it?
I suppose it is still allowed that David wrote the Psalms? Did he live
before Akhnaton or after him?" She laughed softly. "Don't scorn my
ignorance. You see, I have kept my promise--I have read nothing at all
on the subject."

"Akhnaton, you mean? Oh, before David, by about three hundred years.
There are all sorts of theories on the subject. The commonest is that
Akhnaton, having come of Syrian stock, on his mother's side, may have
got his inspiration from some Syrian hymn, as David also may have done.
I reject that theory. The whole of Akhnaton's beliefs and teachings
prove the extraordinary originality of his ideas. He borrowed nothing;
God was his inspiration."

"You are going to tell me about him, about his work?"

"Yes, soon, some day. Have you thought about him since?" Michael
referred to the God of Whom Akhnaton was the manifestation, the
interpreter. He always spoke of Akhnaton as a divine messenger.

His voice betrayed a sense of regret, of unworthiness. Yet in his
heart he knew that, weak as he had been, he had not sinned against the
spirit of Akhnaton, that he realized even more fully his watchword,
"Living in Truth." Akhnaton's love for every created being because of
their creator filled Michael's heart even more fully than it had done
before. He had learned his own moral weakness, his own forgetfulness.
Blame and criticism of even the natives' shortcomings seemed to him
reserved for someone more worthy than himself. They had simply not yet
seen the Light; their evolution was more tardy; they were less
fortunate. Some day all men would be "Living in Truth." Akhnaton's
dream would be realized. How impossible it is for our material selves
to do without the help which is outside ourselves, that help which is
our divine consciousness, Michael had learned over and over again. His
lapses had not affected his beliefs. They were only parts of the
struggle, the oldest struggle known to mankind, the struggle between
Light and Darkness. Just as the Egyptians from the earliest days
believed in the triumph of Osiris over Set, he knew that no thin