Rekh-mara?' said Robert suddenly and abruptly.
'Shall he go back through the Amulet to his own time, or--'

'No one can pass through the Amulet now,' said the beautiful, terrible
voice, 'to any land or any time. Only when it was imperfect could such
things be. But men may pass through the perfect charm to the perfect
union, which is not of time or space.'

'Would you be so very kind,' said Anthea tremulously, 'as to speak so
that we can understand you? The Psammead said something about Rekh-mara
not being able to live here, and if he can't get back--' She stopped,
her heart was beating desperately in her throat, as it seemed.

'Nobody can continue to live in a land and in a time not appointed,'
said the voice of glorious sweetness. 'But a soul may live, if in that
other time and land there be found a soul so akin to it as to offer it
refuge, in the body of that land and time, that thus they two may be one
soul in one body.'

The children exchanged discouraged glances. But the eyes of Rekh-mara
and the learned gentleman met, and were kind to each other, and promised
each other many things, secret and sacred and very beautiful.

Anthea saw the look. 'Oh, but,' she said, without at all meaning to say
it, 'dear Jimmy's soul isn't at all like Rekh-mara's. I'm certain it
isn't. I don't want to be rude, but it ISN'T, you know. Dear Jimmy's
soul is as good as gold, and--'

'Nothing that is not good can pass beneath the double arch of my perfect
Amulet,' said the voice. 'If both are willing, say the word of Power,
and let the two souls become one for ever and ever more.'

'Shall I?' asked Jane.

'Yes.'

'Yes.'

The voices were those of the Egyptian Priest and the learned gentleman,
and the voices were eager, alive, thrilled with hope and the desire of
great things.

So Jane took the Amulet from Robert and held it up between the two men,
and said, for the last time, the word of Power.

'Ur Hekau Setcheh.'

The perfect Amulet grew into a double arch; the two arches leaned to
each other making a great A.

'A stands for Amen,' whispered Jane; 'what he was a priest of.'

'Hush!' breathed Anthea.

The great double arch glowed in and through the green light that had
been there since the Name of Power had first been spoken--it glowed
with a light more bright yet more soft than the other light--a glory and
splendour and sweetness unspeakable. 'Come!' cried Rekh-mara, holding
out his hands.

'Come!' cried the learn