king
man could doubt the eventual triumph of all those who fight for the
spiritual man.

"Yes, I have thought about him," Margaret said. "And last night I
dreamed about him--my . . ." she paused ". . . wonderful visitor."

"What did you dream?" Michael said. "Do tell me."

The light was breaking over the valley--not the sun's light, the cold
light of dawn. The "heat of Aton" was still withheld.

A blush which was invisible to Michael tinged Meg's clear skin. Her
dream had been beautiful, vivid. It had illuminated her world again.

"It was nothing very coherent. I saw no vision, as I did before." Her
words were spoken guardedly. "It was the lesson the dream revealed."

"I should like to know, Meg."

"A voice seemed to wake me. It spoke to me of you. I was to help
you . . . you were struggling."

"You can help me," Mike said. "You have."

"It spoke of the oldest of all stories, the battle of light against
darkness. It said that Egypt in the early days worshipped light; in
the days which followed light was swallowed up in the worship of false
gods."

"Osiris and Set--you know the legend--the fundamental ethics of all
religions."

"I know a little about it," Margaret said. She paused. "Please go
on . . . tell me everything."

"In dreams we are so vain, so wonderful . . . you know how it always
is! The ego in us has unlimited sway. In my dream I dreamed that my
friendship was to be 'light'; if I withdrew it, you would have
darkness. What glorious vanity!"

"Oh, Meg, it's quite true! Will you give me back your sympathy?
I . . ." he hesitated, ". . . I am trying to be more worthy of it."

"We are friends," she said. "I was foolish and conceited, my dream
made me see how foolish. I had no right to . . ."

He interrupted her. "Yes, you had . . . you weren't foolish. Your
sensibilities told you what was absolutely true. . . . I would explain
more if I could."

"No, don't explain--things are explained. I thought I should find you
here; I wanted to begin the new day happily. My dream made me see so
very clearly that the world is made up of those who sit in darkness and
those who sit in light, that thoughts are things. My thoughts were
unjust, unkind, so my world was unkind, unjust. I made it."

"The light which is Aton," Michael said.

"If we wish to enjoy happiness, we must sit in the light. We must make
our own happiness."

"In the fullness and glory of Aton."

"God, I suppo