their truth: the world was literally his own,
under the law. Nothing seemed impossible. His mind went back to the
unexplained disappearing of that other motor and, however it had
been, that did not seem impossible either. It seemed natural, and
only a new doorway to new points of contact. In this amazing land no
speculation was too far afield to be the food of every day. Here men
understood miracle as the rest of the world understands invention.
Already the mere existence of Yaque proved that the space of
experience is transcended--and with the thought a fancy, elusive and
profound, seized him and gripped at his heart with an emotion wider
than fear. What had become of the other car? Had it gone down some
road of the wood which the guards knew, or ... The words of Prince
Tabnit came back to him as they had been spoken in that wonderful
tour of the island. "The higher dimensions are being conquered.
Nearly all of us can pass into the fifth at will, 'disappearing,' as
you have the word." Was it possible that in the vanishing of the
pursued car this had been demonstrated before him? Into this space,
inclusive of the visible world and of Yaque as well, had the car
passed _without the pursuers being able to point_ to the direction
which it had taken? St. George smiled in derision as this flashed
upon him, and it hardly held his thought for a moment, for his eyes
were upon Olivia's face, so near, so near his own ... Undoubtedly,
he thought vaguely, that other motor had simply swerved aside to
some private opening of the grove and, from being hard-pressed and
almost overtaken, was now well away in safety. Yet if this were so,
would they not have taken Olivia with them? But to that strange and
unapparent hyperspace they could not have taken her, because she did
not understand. "...just as one," Prince Tabnit had said, "who
understands how to die and come to life again would not be able to
take with him any one who himself did not understand how to
accompany him..."

Some terrifying and exalting sense swept him into a new intimacy of
understanding as he realized glimmeringly what heights and depths
lay about his ceasing to see that car of the guard. Yet, with
Olivia's head upon his arm, all that he theorized in that flash of
time hung hardly beyond the border of his understanding. Indeed, it
seemed to St. George as if almost--almost he could understand, as if
he could pierce the veil and know utterly all the secrets of spirit