y have shone
through other eyes, though of these I remember nothing."

"Then that dream of our visit to a certain star may be no dream?"

"I think no dream, and you, too, have thought as much."

"In a way, yes, Yva. But I could not believe and turned from what I held
to be a phantasy."

"It was natural, Humphrey, that you should not believe. Hearken! In this
temple a while ago I showed you a picture of myself and of a man who
loved me and whom I loved, and of his death at Oro's hands. Did you note
anything about that man?"

"Bickley did," I answered. "Was he right?"

"I think that he was right, since otherwise I should not have loved you,
Humphrey."

"I remember nothing of that man, Yva."

"It is probable that you would not, since you and he are very far apart,
while between you and him flow wide seas of death, wherein are set
islands of life; perhaps many of them. But I remember much who seem to
have left him but a very little while ago."

"When you awoke in your coffin and threw your arms about me, what did
you think, Yva?"

"I thought you were that man, Humphrey."

There was silence between us and in that silence the truth came home to
me. Then there before the effigy of Fate and in the desolate, glowing
temple we plighted anew our troth made holy by a past that thus so
wonderfully lived again.

Of this consecrated hour I say no more. Let each picture it as he will.
A glory as of heaven fell upon us and in it we dwelt a space.

"Beloved," she whispered at length in a voice that was choked as though
with tears, "if it chances that we should be separated again for a
little while, you will not grieve over much?"

"Knowing all I should try not to grieve, Yva, seeing that in truth we
never can be parted. But do you mean that I shall die?"

"Being mortal either of us might seem to die, Humphrey," and she bent
her head as though to hide her face. "You know we go into dangers this
day."

"Does Oro really purpose to destroy much of the world and has he in
truth the power, Yva?"

"He does so purpose and most certainly he has the power, unless--unless
some other Power should stay his hand."

"What other power, Yva?"

"Oh! perhaps that which you worship, that which is called Love. The love
of man may avert the massacre of men. I hope so with all my heart. Hist!
Oro comes. I feel, I know that he comes, though not in search of us who
are very far from his thought tonight. Follow me. Swiftly."

She sped