Then the tables were turned and he grew afraid for me.  But I only answered, “If you die I tell you that I shall die also.  It will certainly kill me.”

So Leo gave way.  “Well,” he exclaimed suddenly, “I promise you it shall not be to-night.  Let us give life another chance.”

“Good,” I answered; but I went to my bed full of fear.  For I was certain that this desire of death, having once taken hold of him, would grow and grow, until at length it became too strong, and then—­then I should wither and die who could not live on alone.  In my despair I threw out my soul towards that of her who was departed.

“Ayesha!” I cried, “if you have any power, if in any way it is permitted, show that you still live, and save your lover from this sin and me from a broken heart.  Have pity on his sorrow and breathe hope into his spirit, for without hope Leo cannot live, and without him I shall not live.”

Then, worn out, I slept.

I was aroused by the voice of Leo speaking to me in low, excited tones through the darkness.

“Horace,” he said, “Horace, my friend, my father, listen!”

In an instant I was wide awake, every nerve and fibre of me, for the tones of his voice told me that something had happened which bore upon our destinies.

“Let me light a candle first,” I said.

“Never mind the candle, Horace; I would rather speak in the dark.  I went to sleep, and I dreamed the most vivid dream that ever came to me.  I seemed to stand under the vault of heaven, it was black, black, not a star shone in it, and a great loneliness possessed me.  Then suddenly high up in the vault, miles and miles away, I saw a little light and thought that a planet had appeared to keep me company.  The light began to descend slowly, like a floating flake of fire.  Down it sank, and down and down, till it was but just above me, and I perceived that it was shaped like a tongue or fan of flame.  At the height of my head from the ground it stopped and stood steady, and by its ghostly radiance I saw that beneath was the shape of a woman and that the flame burned upon her forehead.  The radiance gathered strength and now I saw the woman.

“Horace, it was Ayesha herself, her eyes, her lovely face, her cloudy hair, and she looked at me sadly, reproachfully, I thought, as one might who says, ‘Why did you doubt?’

“I tried to speak to her but my lips were dumb.  I tried to advance and to embrace her, my arms would not move.  There was a barrier between us.  She lifted her hand and beckoned as though bidding me to follow her.

“Then she glided away, and, Horace, my spirit seemed to loose itself from the body and to be given the power to follow.  We passed swiftly eastward, over lands and seas, and—­I knew the road.  At one point she paused and I looked downwards.  Beneath, shining in the moonlight, appeared the ruined palaces of Kor, and there not far away was the gulf we trod together.