“She is fairer than earthly women, mightier than all earth’s armies, than all its millions, for she can save nations, yes, worlds of men from Godless darkness. The fate of my sun and all its dependents is on her!”
“It is a strange, grand mission,” said Rondah, “greater than ours of humanity. Why do you waste these many years, while souls die, to find her?”
Then she forgot him in remembering the revelations of the books, what she had learned regarding some of the constellations, with their beginning, endurance and destinies. It was very likely. Revelations were to every world, but to none alike; they were taught by many differing agencies.
“She will surely go to my sun, for she is good and merciful. She is a wholly righteous spirit.”
“You should find her at once. Souls perish while you wait!” said Rondah.
“I have found her!”
“Where is she?” again questioned Rondah.
“People do not know their brightest destinies. Is not this a bewildering opportunity for one to offer to man’s ambition—a constellation, its ruling, its splendor and its salvation? Is not the bait tempting—the bait of worlds and souls?”
“I suppose so—to some,” answered Rondah. “I presume that to Regan such an opportunity would be impossible of rejection. If only Regan had such a sun as that!”
Then upon the stranger’s face there flashed a malignant lightning; his eyes shot phosphorescent, baleful gleams; but the expression fled in an instant, and Rondah saw it not.