her nothing
existed but the luminous and wonderful figure of Akhnaton which had
formed itself in front of her. At first her astonished eyes had seen
it dimly, then clearly and still more clearly.

Meg remained perfectly still. She was too awestruck, too amazed, to
move or speak. The vision became surrounded by light, by the rays of
Aton. It was months since she had first seen it; now in the dawn, it
seemed as if it had only been the night before. A sense of rest came
to her as she gazed at it.

"Thy dawning is beautiful in the horizon of heaven,
O living Aton, Beginning of Life!
When thou risest in the eastern horizon of heaven,
Thou fillest every land with thy beauty;
For thou art beautiful, great, glittering, high over the earth,
Thy rays, they encompass the land, even all thou hast made."

Meg listened intently to the words. They were part of Akhnaton's Hymn
to the Rising Sun, the hymn which Mike had repeated to her.

She waited until the words were lost in the silent hour. Every thought
of hers was known to the sad eyes, every longing in her heart to be
given power to speak was understood. It seemed to come naturally to
her, the understanding of the needlessness for her to do aught but
listen. The vision was her over-soul, her higher self, which
understood.

"You have delivered my message. I have seen, I have approved. The
Lord of Peace, the Living Aton, besides whom there is none other, has
brought Life to his heart. The beauty of Aton is there."

It was of Michael the vision spoke. Meg never doubted. "His pleasure
is to do thy bidding," she said. The words were the unstudied, simple
truth.

"I have seen, always I have guided, always I have prayed. I have
revealed to him the Light which is Truth. His work, which is the Love
of Aton, is in his heart. The Lord of Fate has perfected it."

"I would have him go, and yet, because I am not fully in the Light, I
would have him stay. All that is in my heart is plain to you--my
fears, my joys, my imperfect faith. I ask for help; I am troubled."

"There is no poverty, no fear, for those who have set Aton in their
hearts; for my servant there is no danger. Hearts have health where
Aton shines."

"But for me--how can I help him?"

"By the perfection of Love."

"But my love is imperfect. It is not divine. I fear for his bodily
welfare. I cannot willingly offer him to the Aton of whom you speak.
I can only understand my own s