“Is your spirit awake?”
“It is awake.”
“Command it to travel backwards through the ages to the beginning, and tell me what you see here.”
“I see a rugged cave and wild folk dwelling in it; an old man is dying yonder,” and she pointed to the right; “and a black woman with a babe at her breast tends him. A man, it is her husband, enters the cave. He holds a torch in one hand, and with the other drags a buck.”
“Cease,” said Meyer. “How long is this ago?”
“Thirty-three thousand two hundred and one years,” came the answer, spoken without any hesitation.
“Pass on,” he said, “pass on thirty thousand years, and tell me what you see.”
For a long while there was silence.
“Why do you not speak?” he asked.
“Be patient; I am living through those thirty thousand years; many a life, many an age, but none may be missed.”