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So, gently laying her inanimate body upon the grass, he repeated in slow, but firm and commanding tones these words: "Return, O soul, to thy physical body. Return, I command thee, and reanimate this lifeless tenement of your soul. Come, come, I command thee, come." Scarcely had the last words been uttered when a movement of the hands and limbs announced to Rathunor the return of life.
Rathunor became impatient and thought, at times, he would write again the letter must have been lost but something withheld him. At last strange forebodings haunted him. He knew too well the promptness of the Astrologer Priest; there must be something that could not be revealed to Nu-nah.
Rathunor was satisfied, never forgetting the Hierophant's sacred words, and none other need be consulted. In their silent hearts they wished the wedding might be private and the holy ceremony of the Temple be performed by the High Priest.
As soon as Rathunor could spare the time from Nu-nah's side he sent the Natal hour of his first-born to the Astrologer Priest. Anxiously did he await the reading of the stars and what they indicated for his child.
Then the Hierophant turning, mentally addressed Sarthia, the unseen witness of the interview, "Am I not right in making this pledge for you to Rathunor? Think you we have also fulfilled our promise that Rathunor shall love you?" But her heart was too full to reply.
"Holy Father and revered Hierophant," she moaned, "help me, I can not decide." "My child," came the mental response to her call, "if you could be assured that Rathunor would love you in Nu-nah's body, would the decision be easy?" "Aye, indeed, dear Father." "Then rest assured it will be as you desire. We give you our sacred word that Rathunor will love you."
The Princess raised not a single exception to his schemes but, on the contrary, entered into them with a zest that surprised even the Prince. "O, to be alone, Rathunor, where we could think and study that which we choose has been the longing of my very soul these many weeks; can not we go at once, to-day if possible." She felt she could not wait the necessary time for the preparations to be made.
The Priestess, knowing the source of the peculiar change spoken of, felt that all was well. No other attention than the presence of Rathunor was needed. The developed soul of the Vestal Sarthia would soon come into control of the brain she was now trying to find expression through.
His presence was at once made known to the Princess, and, with a low cry of delight, she called him to her side. A signal sent the attendant from the room, when the Princess began, "My Rathunor, my beloved husband, I am so glad you came. I have something to tell you that I might forget before morning.
Rathunor had no words to express his gratitude. But they would have been useless to the Hierophant, for the new-born light that shone forth, though dimly, was more to the Priest than a world of words. He merely looked, bowed, and with a fervent pressure of the hand, was gone from the presence of the Holy Priest.
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