that age of darkness, have evolved for himself an
almost perfect conception of divinity? Weigall says 'he evolved a
monotheist's religion second only to Christianity itself in its purity
of tone.' If God had not revealed Himself to Akhnaton as He did later
on to Moses and Abraham, and as I believe He still does to our true
reformers, how could he, as Weigall says, have evolved his beautiful
religion 'in an age of superstition, and in a land where the grossest
polytheism reigned absolutely supreme'?"

"And are you now on your way to visit his tomb, Mike? How thrilling!"

"Yes," Michael said. He answered her simply, forgetful of the fact
that she could only have obtained her information on this point in an
underhand manner.

"You know where it is?"

"He was buried in the hills which lie beyond his city."

"Tel-el-Amarna?"

"Yes, the City of the Horizon, the capital he built when he found it
necessary for the progress of his new religion to get away from Thebes,
from the priests of Amon-Ra."

Michael's thoughts became absorbed. They travelled to the mid-African
in el-Azhar and then became mixed up with this meeting with the
desert-saint. Could this poor, emaciated figure, so shrunken and worn
with tropical fevers and famished for want of food, have any knowledge
of the hidden treasure which the seer had visualized?

Millicent allowed his thoughts to wander. She knew the force of silent
companionship. She knew that, although he was apparently far from her,
he was conscious of her presence. She would have liked to ask him a
thousand questions, to have talked rather than held her peace; but her
instinct as a woman forbade it. Something told her that during their
talk Michael was one half saint, one half man, and the man-power was
stronger than he knew.

Many stars had appeared in the sky, which had deepened. It was now the
violet-blue of a desert night. The passion of the heavens was
beginning. Could man and woman remain outside it?

In the distance an occasional roar from one of the camels interrupted
the silence. Surely it was a night for love, the love that needs no
telling?

Millicent and Michael were seated on the sand, gazing into the
deepening heavens. Michael was sorely disturbed.

"Could anything be more Eastern?" Millicent said dreamily. In speech
she had to walk very carefully. Her mystic baffled her.

"Nothing," Michael said. "Isn't it sad to think what city-dwellers
miss?"

"I