G—o t—o s—l—e—e—p.”
Then he lowered the hand above her, gently pushed her back onto the stone bench from which she had risen, and rested her rigid head against the wall.
Then it was that her sob-like breathing ceased and, save that her eyes were widely open and staring, one would have said that Miriam had found her way into slumberland.
Keeping the disk of glass before her eyes, Alric spoke:
“Spirit,” he said softly, “spirit, what dost thou here?”
And from the white lips came the answer:
“I wait to do thy bidding, my Lord.”
CHAPTER IV.
“Spirit,” he said, “give me the name of thy master.”