fulgence, all golden and red--the light of the new
dawn--the dawn of that long day which was now approaching. The sight
of that dawning light gave me new life. It was like a sight of
home--the blessed dawn, the sunlight of a bright day, the glorious
daybreak lost for so long a time, but now at last returning. I feasted
my eyes on the spectacle, I burst into tears of joy, and I felt as
though I could gaze at it forever. But the sun as it travelled was
rapidly coming into view; soon the dazzling glory of its rim would
appear above the mountain crest, and the season of darkness would end.
There was no time to wait, and the guards hurried me on.

There in the midst of the square rose the pyramid. It was fully a
hundred feet in height, with a broad flat top. At the base I saw a
great crowd of paupers. Through these we passed, and as we did so
a horrible death-chant arose. We now went up the steps and reached
the top. It was about sixty feet square, and upon it there was a
quadrangle of stones set about three feet apart, about sixty in
number, while in the midst was a larger stone. All of these were
evidently intended for sacrificial purposes.

Scarcely had I reached the top when I saw a procession ascend from
the other side. First came some paupers, then some hags, and then,
followed by other hags, I saw Almah. I was transfixed at the sight. A
thrill passed through every nerve, and a wild impulse came to me to
burst through the crowd, join her, and battle with them all for her
life. But the crowd was too dense. I could only stand and look at her,
and mark the paleness of her face and her mute despair. She saw me,
waved her hand sadly, and gave a mournful smile. There we stood
separated by the crowd, with our eyes fastened on each other, and
all our hearts filled with one deep, intense yearning to fly to one
another's side.

And now there came up from below, louder and deeper, the awful
death-chant. Time was pressing. The preparations were made. The Chief
Pauper took his station by the central stone, and in his right hand he
held a long, keen knife. Toward this stone I was led. The Chief Pauper
then looked with his blear and blinking eyes to where the dawn was
glowing over the mountain crest, and every moment increasing in
brightness; and then, after a brief survey, he turned and whetted his
knife on the sacrificial stone. After this he turned to me with his
evil face, with the glare of a horrid death-hunger in his ravenou