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Updated: June 12, 2025
As she put the question, she laid one gloved hand upon the table; and though the Prophet's eyes were fixed upon the Scitsym, he was conscious in every fibre of the appeal the unstudied gesture made as he was poignantly conscious of the clear eyes, the soft dark hair, the questioning upturned face.
Do you understand that for a whole night you may be alone with the inviolable Scitsym? 'The Hope of the Universe, by whose Light alone the One and Only Prophet shall be made known unto the Watchers!" He murmured the quotation in a low, rapt voice. Again the younger man attempted to soothe him. "Don't distress yourself!" he said, gravely. "I am here. You can trust me. Lie back and rest."
Until the words were actually spoken, she did not realize how immensely she had staked upon her chances of success. In a fever of anxiety she waited, watching the man's gaze as it wavered undecidedly over the Scitsym, then returned, as if magnetized, to her face. "In twenty minutes the Gathering will be assembled," he murmured. "I know, I know. But there is still time.
He had learned that to themselves, if not to the world these devotees were known as the Mystics; that their articles of faith were preserved in a secret book designated the Scitsym, which passed in rotation each year from one to another of the six Arch-Mystics, remaining in the care of each for two months out of the twelve.
The Arch-Mystics are perusing the Scitsym; the Precursor is guarding the sacred threshold of the Prophet; the Prophet is presumably communing with his Soul. The routine of this evening differs in no way from the routine of any other evening except that the Precursor is rather more than usually vigilant in his watch."
By the Scitsym from which none but the Chosen may read will ye know Him; and, knowing Him, ye will bow down Mystics, Arch-Mystics, and Arch-Councillor alike. And the World will be His. For He will be Power made absolute!" "For he will be Power made absolute!" Something in the six simple words arrested Henderson, suspended his thoughts and checked his hand.
Every man is his own Prophet, if he but knew it!" As he spoke he turned his eyes upon the Scitsym, and the hard, inscrutable look that so dominated his followers descended upon his face. As he reached the last words, he glanced again at his companion, but as his eyes rested on her face he paused disconcerted.
I saw the long, bleak night in which I completed the colossal task of copying the Scitsym line for line; I saw the gray morning steal in across the room as I closed the book, returned it to its safe and replaced the key on my uncle's neck in preparation for the arrival of the Arch-Councillor. It all passed before my mind, and then in a flash was gone. I ceased to be John Henderson."
I ask not for the faith that accepts blindly; but in this most sacred Scitsym " he pointed to the white book upon the lectern "it is written that, by a certain secret Sign, the Arch-Mystics will recognize Him for whom they have waited. I call upon the Arch-Mystics to declare whether or no I bear upon my person that secret Sign!"
For fifteen days have I spoken telling you that which was at hand. And now, behold I am justified!" He paused and indicated the tall white figure still standing motionless, with face averted from the congregation. "What have I told you!" he continued, his voice rising. "Have I not quoted from the sacred Scitsym which until this hour I have never been permitted to look upon?
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