elfish love . . . it is human."

"You are the mistress of his happiness. In my Kingdom, while it was on
earth, my heart was happy in my Queen and in my children. The great
Lord and Giver of Light is none other than the Loving Father, the
tender husband, the devoted son. There is none other than the living
Aton, whose kingdom is within us. We are Love, we are Aton."

"Then my love is no hindrance?"

"God is Love, God is Happiness, God is Beauty."

There was infinite understanding and tenderness in the words, but Meg's
honesty was persistent.

"My love is not that sort of love, but it is very dear to me. It is
selfish and human. It is wrapped round with natural desires, my own
personal wants."

"Is there any love which is not of Aton? Does He expect things other
than He has made?"

"I am in darkness; I have so many fears."

"Your soul is not shut off from that which it desires. Your fears can
be turned to understanding; no forces of darkness can hold against the
powers of Light. If you open your heart to the Living Truth, the
powers of darkness are disarmed, Aton is enthroned. He is the sole
creator of all things created."

The sky was changing from a cold grey to the opalescence of dawn. A
line of light was slowly appearing and widening on the horizon. As it
spread and grew more distinct, the luminous figure became less clear;
the rays of Aton shone less vividly. Akhnaton's spirit had come forth
from the Underworld to see the sun rise on the world he so passionately
loved. This had been one of his most insistent and ardent prayers
while he reigned on earth, that after death his "two eyes might be
opened to see the sun," that "the vision of the sun's fair face might
never be lost to him," that he might "obtain a sight of the beauty of
each recurring sunrise."

Meg stood in an awed silence, her subliminal self alone conscious of
the grave, sad eyes, which were watching the splendour of the sun as it
came over the edge of the desert. The rapidity of its uprising was
amazing. It had burst the bonds of darkness with a strength and force
which resembled the triumph of a victorious army. At its coming the
darkness was scattered. Its quickly-spreading rays were driving back
the forces of the enemy. With fine generalship it was following up the
victory with renewed attacks.

The form of the Pharaoh was only dimly visible. Its luminousness had
disappeared. It was a shadow in the light. The praye