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"My Sarthia," replied the Priestess, "I can not know what they

are saying to you, but they do speak to me. They tell me that

life is immortal, that the growth and the progress of the soul

are eternal, that we may know and read their language while in

these bodies if we try; then as we draw nearer and nearer to

them, as our souls grow and become familiar with their teachings,

we can know them as well, if not better, than our Astrologer

Priests do, also as well as your brother Hermo is learning to

do."

"My--brother--Hermo," and there was a perceptible light of

intelligence in the eyes for a moment.

The Priestess was not speaking to the mind, but to the soul, at

the same time willing to find a response there. The mere words

availed nothing to her, only in so much as they expressed the

longings and desires of the interior self.

As Sarthia said no more, the Priestess arose and, moving quietly

about the room, gave a few directions and cautions to those in

attendance, then presently withdrew.