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Did he dare for a moment listen to the whispering of the interior

self? Fear alone made him drive back and quell the monitions that

sprang from within, for O, if they were only vain hopes could he

survive the disappointment? The thought was crushing, and better,

he thought, not to hope than believe an illusion.

The magnetic chord that yet held Nu-nah to her frail, prostrated

body had not yet been severed. The unconscious soul hung or

rather floated about its temple, apparently waiting for a

stronger force from the interior realm to call it away.

The Hierophant stepped to the front of the Altar and, raising his

hands, invoked the presence of the Gods and their assistance in

this Sacred ceremony of making that Transfer of the spiritual

life-line that binds the spirit to soul, and soul to body.