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Hear their cry: "Aton! Aton!" they mean reindeer. The idiots have scared the herd with their infernal racket, an' no meat will they get. The caribou will keep to the ice, an' man or Indian can't stalk them there." For a few moments his companion surveyed the lake and shore with a plainsman's eye, then dashed within, to reappear with a Winchester in each hand.
Quicker than light these thoughts flashed through his bewildered brain, while between himself and this representative of the Government the figure of the world's first divinely-inspired man, with the rays of Aton shining brilliantly from behind his head, became clearer and clearer. It obliterated the figure of the excavator. "What are these tents doing here?"
"You were a king of ancient Egypt. . . . You speak as if you had worshipped our God . . . there is no one who can do your work . . ." She paused, and then said nervously, "Egypt is different now it cannot go back." "Egypt must go on, not back. Nothing is different in the heart of man; your soul is as my soul. Aton liveth for ever in his children. He filleth the two lands of Egypt with his love.
"There was one thing he told me, Mike, which gives me great happiness. He called me 'the mistress of your happiness, he understood about our love." "That was his favourite name for his wife. He was a devoted husband and lover." "Then he really understood?" "What does Aton not understand, beloved?" "But this was Akhnaton, Mike.
She knew it was there, always shining, only her eyes were unable to see its brightness in the daylight. The figure of Akhnaton might be near her still. How clearly it had stood out in the darkness, how brightly the rays of the sun had declared the symbol of Aton! Had it all been an optical delusion, born of her nervous condition? Or was it a dream? Was she still in bed sleeping?
In the dawn, two mornings after the dance, when the mysterious figures, heralding the light, were abandoning themselves to their God on the desert sands, Mike had seen Margaret standing at her hut-door, watching, as he himself so often watched, for the glory which was of Aton to flood the desert with light.
With this the fanatic was contented. He wrapped up the gem which had once belonged to the heretic Pharaoh, whose one and only God was Aton, and replaced it in its strange jewel-case. When Michael left the tent where the saint lay, he turned his back on the encampment. He wished to be alone. His thoughts were bewildering.
The Lord of Peace will not tolerate the victory of those who delight in strife. His rays, bright, great, gleaming, high above all earth. . . ." There the writing became almost indecipherable; many words were quite meaningless; only the end of the last line was distinct: "To the mistress of his happiness, Aton, the Loving Father, giveth counsel."
I think it's as good a principle, and far more practical and restraining than Michael's mixture of Akhnaton's Aton worship and I don't know what else. I get lost when he expounds his idea of God." "It annoys you that his God is too big for any church. The Lamptons have always been ardent upholders of the Established Church of England." "Let him enlarge his church, build his God a bigger one."
"I was almost afraid it seemed like the end of the world, the sky seemed all on fire. The destruction of the world had begun." "'Thy setting is beautiful, O living Aton, who guidest all countries that they may make laudation at thy dawning and at thy setting." "Are those Akhnaton's words?"
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