“There was no need to force your spirit, madam, as mine knows all things of his own power.”
“Does he know the inmost secrets of my soul?”
“Certainly, and if I ask him he is forced to disclose all to me.”
“Can you ask him when you like?”
“Oh, yes! provided I have paper and ink. I can even ask him questions through you by telling you his name.”
“And will you tell it me?”
“I can do what I say; and, to convince you, his name is Paralis. Ask him a simple question in writing, as you would ask a common mortal. Ask him, for instance, how I deciphered your manuscript, and you shall see I will compel him to answer you.”
Trembling with joy, Madame d’Urfe put her question, expressed it in numbers, then following my method in pyramid shape; and I made her extract the answer, which she wrote down in letters. At first she only obtained consonants, but by a second process which supplied the vowels she received a clear and sufficient answer. Her every feature expressed astonishment, for she had drawn from the pyramid the word which was the key to her manuscript. I left her, carrying with me her heart, her soul, her mind, and all the common sense which she had left.