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But now, now, or so he imagined, he was not to be allowed to pursue his labors of love, his trial was to end suddenly, and he, so long banished from his higher heritage, was to be restored to it without delay, restored and drawn back to the land of perfect loveliness where Edris, his Angel, waited for him, his saint, his queen, his bride!
"Edris!" he said, as softly as one may murmur a prayer, "Edris, my life, my love! Speak to me again! make me sure that I am not dreaming! Tell me where I have failed in my sworn faith since we parted; teach me how I must still further atone!
"The Striker;" died in 719; brother of Mohammed, from whom pretended to descend, in the 16th degree, Mohammed Ben Tumert, founder of the dynasty of the Almohadi, in 1120. Abdullah-el-Kamel, i.e. "The Perfect;" in 752, father of Edris, the progenitor or founder of the dynasty of the Edristi in Morocco, and who had six brothers.
At length, as she repeated her exclamation, a voice, faint as that of one just awakened from a swoon, pronounced these words in answer: "Edris of the Earthen House, dost thou call from thy tomb to the wretch who just hastens to his own? Are the boundaries broken down which connect me with the living? And do I already hear, with fleshly ears, the faint and screaming accents of the dead?"
And talking in an undertone, with his arm linked through that of his companion, he related the whole strange story of the visitation of Edris, the Dream of Al-Kyris, his awakening on the Prophet's Field at sunrise, and his final renunciation of Self at the Cross of Christ.
When he at last looked up, Edris had vanished! He was alone, . . alone on the Field of Ardath, ... the field that was "barren" in very truth, now she, his Angel, had been drawn away, as it seemed, into the sunlight, . . absorbed like a paradise-pearl into those rays of life-giving gold that lit and warmed the reddening earth and heaven!
Edris, O Edris! ... THOU canst not love me! ... thou mayst pity me perchance, and pardon, and bless me gently in Christ's dear Name! ... but love! ... THY love! ... Oh let me not aspire to such heights of joy, where I have no place, no right, no worthiness!" "No worthiness!" echoed Edris! ... what a rapture trembled through her sweet caressing voice!
And then Edris drew herself gently from her lover's embrace and raised her head, putting her hand confidingly in his, a lovely smile played on her sweetly parted lips: "Take me, Theos," she said softly, "Lead me, into the World!" Slowly the great side-doors of the Cathedral swung back on their hinges, and out on the steps in a glorious blaze of sunlight came Poet and Angel together.
Edris drew nearer to him, timidly as a shy bird, yet with a wonderful smile quivering on her lips, and in the clear depths of her starry eyes. Very gently she placed her arms about his neck and looked down at him with divinely compassionate tenderness. "Thou beloved one!" she said, "Thou whose spirit was formerly equal to mine, and to all angels, in God's sight though through pride it fell!
He made a hasty step or two toward her, and as he did so, his pulses began to throb with an extraordinary sensation of pleasure, pleasure so keen as to be almost pain. "Edris!".. he whispered, "Edris..." and stopped irresolutely. She looked up at him with the appealing wistfulness of a lost and suffering child, and a slight shudder ran through all her delicate frame.
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