“Come, tread gently. He sleeps.”
Wondering and somewhat awestruck Michael followed the doctor into the room where Jan lay. One swift look from the bed to the smiling face of Jan’s saviour was all Michael needed. He clasped his hands above his head, and fell upon his knees, and when the doctor saw the rapture in his face, he understood the transfiguration, and how this mortal might put on immortality.
CHAPTER VIII.
DEATH AND CHANGE.
“Wield thine own arm!—the only way
To know life is by living.”
When Jan awoke Snorro was standing motionless beside him. He feebly stretched out his hand, and pulled him close, closer, until his face was on the pillow beside his own.
“Oh Jan, how could’st thou? My heart hath been nearly broken for thee.”