y Akhnaton had prayed
that his spirit might "go forth to see the sun's rays," that his "two
eyes might be opened to see the sun," that he might "obtain a sight of
the beauty of each recurring sunrise."

* * * * * *

When Meg went to bed, she slept soundly, very soundly. She must have
been asleep for some hours when suddenly she awoke with unusual
alertness. The intensity of her dream had wakened her. She had heard
Michael's voice crying, as though it were vainly trying to reach her.
It was as clear as the overseer's whistle each morning; it had wakened
her just as suddenly. The anguish of his soul came to her out of the
silence. Three times he had called her distinctly.

She started up, with the words "Yes, Mike, I'm coming." They were said
before she realized that she was separated from him by the Valley and
the river and the eastern desert.

Sitting up in bed she listened. Everything was still. She jumped out
of bed and looked out of the window. The stars in the sky shone down
on the hills which covered the sleeping Pharaohs as they had shone when
Michael had told her that he loved her, as they had shone before the
Valley became a city of the dead.

Margaret slipped on her dressing-gown and opened the door. She went
quietly out and stood in front of the hut, with eyes raised to the
heavens. She felt as if her heart was bursting with the prayers that
filled it. What could she do? Nothing--nothing but give herself up to
God, open her heart and reveal its burden to the Lord of all worlds,
trust her inarticulate prayers to His everlasting mercy. Very softly
she whispered, almost ashamed of her own impotence, "I want to go to
Michael. Allow my spirit to console him."

Her hands were clenched. An imploring agony held her unconscious of
all else but her desire to get outside herself and appear to her lover.
She had no more words; speech was needless. Her wants were as
infinitely beyond the limits of speech, as infinity is beyond our
conception of space or time.

For a few minutes she stood lost in the one thought. And who shall say
in what name her prayer was answered by the divine mercy?

Gradually a subtle untightening of her muscles relaxed her hands even
while they remained folded. Something had gone out of her. Was it
virtue? Unconscious of her material self, for her thoughts had not yet
returned from their mission of healing, she remained standing in the
sam