s filled with wine and flowers.

At the head of the street leading to the temple of Baaltis (My
Lady--Aphrodite) the prince's motor was checked while a procession
of pilgrims, white-robed and carrying votive offerings, passed
before them, the votive tablet to the Lady Tanith and the Face of
Baal being borne at the head of the line by a dignitary in a smart
electric victoria. This was one of the frequent Festival Embassies
to Melita, to combine religious rites with mourning games and the
dedication of the tablet, and there was considerable delay incident
to the delivery of a wireless message to the dignitary with the
tablet of the Semitic inscription. St. George wondered vaguely why,
in a world of marvels, progress should not already have outstripped
the need of any communication at all. This reminded him of something
at which the prince had hinted away off in another aeon, in another
world, when St. George had first seen him, and there followed ten
minutes of talk not to be forgotten.

"Would it be possible for you to tell me, your Highness," St. George
asked,--and thereafter even a lover must have forgiven the brief
apostasy of his thought--"how it can be that you know the English?
How you are able to speak it here in Yaque?"

The motor moved forward as the procession passed, and struck into a
magnificent country avenue bordered by trees, tall as elms and
fragrant as acacias.

"I can tell you, yes," said the prince, "but I warn you that you
will not in the least understand me. I dare say, however, that I may
illustrate by something of which you know. Do there chance to be,
for example, any children in America who are regarded as prodigies
of certain understanding?"

"You mean," St. George asked, "children who can play on a musical
instrument without knowing how they do it, and so on?"

"Quite so," said the prince with interest.

"Many, your Highness," affirmed St. George. "I myself know a child
of seven who can play most difficult piano compositions without ever
having been taught, or knowing in the least how he does it."

"Do you think of any one else?" asked the prince.

"Yes," said St. George, "I know a little lad of about five, I should
say, who can add enormous numbers and instantly give the accurate
result. And he has no idea how he does that, and no one has ever
taught him to count above twelve. Oh--every one knows those cases, I
fancy."

"Has any one ever explained them, Mr. St. George?" asked the