With furious roaring laughter red tongues of flame shot up on all sides through the white coils of smoke, as though the hell let loose had leapt up to heaven.
Dio rushed to the king, looked into his face that was like the sun and recognized Him Who was to come.
"Is it Thee, O Lord?"
"It is I!"
He embraced her as a bridegroom embraces a bride and in a fiery storm of love raised her to the Father.
The palace, a light trellis-work structure of cedar and cyprus-wood, dry and resinous, burned like a candle and its fragrant smoke coiled like incense upon an altar to greet the rising sun.
But when the sun rose it shone upon a smoking black ruin—the tomb of Akhnaton and Dio.
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