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But what if the experiment failed, and these colossal powers ran amok upon the world and upon the invokers? Moreover chief anxiety of all what was this name to be experimented with? What was the nature of this force that Skale hoped to invoke so mighty that it should make them "as gods," so terrible that a chord alone could compass even the first of its stupendous syllables?
Skale closed the outer door, shutting out the last feeble glimmer of day, at the same moment turning the handle of the portal beyond. And as they entered the darkness, Spinrobin, holding up his violet robe with one hand to prevent tripping, with the other caught hold of the tail of the flowing garment in front of him. For a second or two he stopped breathing altogether.
Skale, in his biggest booming voice, was uttering the names of Hebrew "angels" invoking forces, that is, to his help; and behind him Mrs. Mawle was singing singing fragments apparently of the "note" she had to utter, as well as fragments of her own "true name" thus magically recovered. Her restored arm gyrated furiously, her tripping youth spelt witchery.
Spinrobin surreptitiously picked up his pencil; but the clergyman spied the movement. "Never mind the notes," he said; "listen closely to me." Spinrobin obeyed meekly. "Your ordinary outer name, however," continued Mr. Skale, speaking with profound conviction, "may be made a conductor to your true, inner one.
Skale laughed good-humouredly, as the two men, suddenly in the region of teacups and buttered toast, looked one another in the face with a certain confusion. Miriam, sipping her tea, laughed too, curiously. Spinrobin felt restored to some measure of safety and sanity again. Only the strange emotion of a few moments before still moved there unseen among them.
He was accordingly thrilled and delighted to receive in reply to his last letter a telegram which read: "Engage you month's trial both sides. Take single ticket. Skale." "I like that 'take single ticket," he said to himself as he sped westwards into Wales, dressed in his usual fluffy tweed suit and anarchist tie.
This slight, blue-eyed youth, light of hair and sensitive of spirit, and this slim, dark-skinned little maiden, with the voice of music and the wide-open grey eyes, understood one another from the very first instant their atmospheres touched and mingled; and the big Skale, looking on intently over their very shoulders, saw that it was good and smiled down upon them, too, in his turn.
Pallor hung about his face, but there was a light radiating through it a high, luminous whiteness that made the secretary think of his childhood's pictures of the Hebrew prophet descending from Mount Sinai, the glory of internal spheres still reflected upon the skin and eyes. Skale, like a flame and a wind, came pouring into the room.
Skale's proximity was too overpowering to permit of very clear thinking. Feeling that a remark was expected from him, he managed to ejaculate an obvious objection in his mind. "But is there any sound that can produce vibrations fine and rapid enough to er accomplish such a result?" Mr. Skale appeared almost to leap for pleasure as he heard it. In reality he merely straightened himself up.
Skale went first, moving slowly with big strides, grave as death, and so profoundly convinced of the momentous nature of their errand that an air of dignity, and of dark adventure almost majestic, hung about his figure.
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