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Now, the Astrologer's words were clear and the cause of the

strange thoughts that were excited in his mind was revealed. Over

and over he asked himself, "Can I wait to see my beloved sister?"

His impatience became equal with his joy, and days that had

before passed as moments now seemed as ages. One morning, much to

the Priestess' surprise, a messenger announced that Hermo desired

an interview with her in the waiting-room below. The Priestess

descended to where Hermo was waiting and, with a questioning look

in her face, clasped his hand in a firm but anxious manner,

inquired, "Is all well with our young Astrologer, Hermo, this

morning. Does he bring tidings from our revered Father? Has any

new testimony been given by the stars that portends evil to our

Sarthia?"

Hermo stood in mute astonishment. "How could the Priestess

receive such forebodings from his presence when his whole being

was throbbing with pulsations of unbounded happiness," he

thought.