he world, he wanted them to see it as he saw it, a wonderful
kingdom, radiating with love. He first taught the world that there
need be no sickness or misery if there was no sin. Light disperses
darkness. His was the purest and highest religion the world was ever
given until the mission of Jesus Christ. The rays of Aton first
symbolized the divinity of God."

The voice of Mohammed Ali brought the lovers back to the practical
things of the hour--a hot bath and the necessity of dressing and eating
a good breakfast. For the time being, the opening of the tomb had been
forgotten. Indeed, Meg found it very hard to bring herself into touch
with all which had been until this morning the absorbing topic for days
past.

She had a number of household duties to attend to as soon as breakfast
was over--putting in order the room for the Overseer-General and
devising the menu for the day's food. There were to be extra mouths to
feed--the photographer, the Chief Inspector and a few invited
fellow-Egyptologists who had been asked for the occasion. It was
Freddy's day.

Before they parted to get ready for breakfast Meg said, "I suppose
Freddy will be quite lost to us until the hour arrives! I wonder when
we shall be permitted to see inside it?" She referred to the tomb.

"Not to-day," Mike said. "At least, I don't expect so. Perhaps
to-morrow. Anyhow, we shall hear all that Freddy has to tell us
to-night or at lunch-time."

"Poor old Freddy! I shall be relieved when the thing is over, when he
can settle down to regular work again. There will be lots to do, won't
there?"

"You look tired," Mike said. Meg's eyes were deeply shadowed.

"Do you wonder? I've lived three thousand years in half an hour. I've
been born again, so to speak. I really feel only half here. Oh,
Mike," she said, impulsively, "I wish I knew more! I should so like to
quite believe, to understand. I can never be the same again, not my
careless, young, old self." She sighed.

"Do you regret it?"

"No, only I feel different, not quite so close to earth, lonely. I
can't explain. I wonder how Lazarus felt? I know I'm alive, dearest,
and here with you, but--don't laugh or think me hysterical--in some
other way, a way I can't speak about, I feel as if I had been dead and
come back. I've seen what no one else has, I've been where neither you
nor Freddy have been."

"With those whose existence is in 'the hills of the West.'"

"A cold tub