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There's nothing more to be afraid of than there is in seeing death. I was terrified of death until I saw Uncle Harry die. This is just the same thing. Your fear is forgotten, a new understanding possesses you. My only wonder is why I have never seen anything of the same sort before, and now why, oh why, is it this strange figure of Akhnaton?
You'd better go back before it gets any hotter and rest more to-day, if we're to go to the dance to-morrow." "Oh, I adore the sun," Meg said. "I believe in my former incarnation I worshipped it." "A disciple of Akhnaton? I think we all are, if we only knew it. Poor Akhnaton!" "Oh, Freddy, who was this Akhnaton? No, I forgot don't tell me." Her voice, for Meg, was emotional, excited.
"We all worship as he did, all day long," he said, "when we admire the sun and the stars and the flowers, when we admire all that is beautiful, we are seeing God." "I adore beauty," Margaret said, "but I forget that beauty is God. You, like Akhnaton, are conscious of God first, the beauty He has made afterwards.
His exact words she could not repeat, but their essence she contrived to convey quite clearly to the listening Michael. "Akhnaton," he kept murmuring. "It must be Akhnaton . . . a message to me through you!" One sentence she was able to repeat almost word for word. "Who are those that draw us to the Kingdom of Heaven?
One thousand three hundred years elapsed between the mission of Akhnaton and the mission of Jesus Christ.
It's better to worship it like Akhnaton than to trifle with it." "All right, I'll go," Meg said, and as she went she wondered how it came to pass that Akhnaton was both a sun-worshipper and a devout believer in the Kingdom of God which is within us. The ballroom at Assuan was a wonderful sight. Margaret had never been to a more brilliant dance.
Suddenly her thoughts were obliterated, her self-inflicted suffering wiped out. She had no thoughts, no consciousness; for her nothing existed but the luminous and wonderful figure of Akhnaton which had formed itself in front of her. At first her astonished eyes had seen it dimly, then clearly and still more clearly. Meg remained perfectly still.
He also knew how constantly and ardently Akhnaton had prayed that his spirit might "go forth to see the sun's rays," that his "two eyes might be opened to see the sun," that he might "obtain a sight of the beauty of each recurring sunrise." When Meg went to bed, she slept soundly, very soundly. She must have been asleep for some hours when suddenly she awoke with unusual alertness.
She could see it illuminating their desert hut; she could feel it eclipsing her own less vivid colouring as the sun had eclipsed the rays of Akhnaton. Mike looked at her. Meg's cheeks were pale, her eyes deeply shadowed. He hated the woman inside the tent. What had she come for? A silent kiss separated them. With the kiss Meg's heart took courage. It left no room for fear.
"Just one or two things nothing really very interesting." "I knew he would, sooner or later. He's got Akhnaton on the brain." "He really has scarcely mentioned him to me never until last night." "Go back, Meg," Freddy said, as he disappeared down a deep channel in the excavations. "It's getting too hot for no hat. You must be careful you can't afford to play tricks with the sun in Egypt.
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