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Rathunor was held spell-bound, the thrilling sensations, the

emotions that sprang forth from the heart were electrifying. He

could feel the tense vibrations passing from his hand to that of

her body, the source of which he could not fathom nor understand,

and little did he care at that moment when he perceived the

slight tremor that was creeping over the heretofore lifeless form

of his Princess Nu-nah.

Here, Rathunor would have been overcome by his emotions of joyful

bliss and thrown himself prostrate at the feet of the Priest in

thankful gratitude for the restoration to life of his lovely

Nu-nah, had not the Hierophant just at this moment laid his hand

upon Rathunor's shoulder saying, "My child, have you become

unconscious of the place and the occasion, and the solemn promise

you gave me to bravely follow my instructions without a show of

weakness. Let not an outward manifestation of your feelings

escape you again. Are you yourself again?"