A silence, a darkness of soul and mind, the rushing of many waters, falling, falling, falling....
Joseph awoke, the voice rang in his ears still.
He saw the walls of the cottage room; he had come back to the world and to life, a terrible, overmastering fear and awe shook him like a reed.
He cried out with a loud voice, calling for his friend, calling for the Teacher.
"Lluellyn! Lluellyn Lys, come to me!"
He was lying upon his back still, in exactly the same position as that in which he had lost consciousness while Lluellyn's hands were upon him giving him life and strength.
Now he sat up suddenly, without an effort, as a strong and healthy man moves.
"Lluellyn! Lluellyn!"
His loud call for help was suddenly strangled into silence. Lying upon the floor, close to the bedside, was the body of Lluellyn Lys, a long white shell, from which the holy soul had fled to meet its Lord.
The Teacher had given his life for his friend. In obedience to some mysterious revelation he had received of the Divine Will, Lluellyn Lys had poured his life into the body of another.