"I have had such letters about him!"
"From the Brotherhood?"
"Yes. And they will keep on coming for a long time now, because it is everywhere, you know, in far, far-off places. And there's a tremendous loyalty in them, not only to him but to the Brotherhood."
"How can you read them and not be loyal, too!"
Rose considered why she could. Was it because the Brotherhood seemed, in her latest acquaintance with it, to have all the seeds of the old conditions that made a world of hate? If it had been the pure bond it promised to be, could even her father's sins have quenched the flame in her? Then she remembered one night when, in her father's absence, some one had spoken like a poet and created, in shining imagery, a new world. She had seen it, the new world, hanging like a crystal in the rejoicing sky.
"One night Ivan Gorof spoke," she began.
Electra's brows came together.
"He was the man that died."
"How did you know?"
"Peter told me."