"No, never. He is quite unread, totally unlearned and ignorant of all except the teachings of the Koran."
Margaret's quick breathing showed her excitement. Michael, too, became nervous.
"He saw me always in the light of this great messenger, a light, he said, which surrounded his figure with rays like the rays of the sun."
"Just as I saw him," Meg said. "How strange! How wonderful!"
"He spoke of trials and temptations and, strangest of all, of much gold. He saw the treasure very clearly and repeatedly—much fine gold, he was certain of that."
"How are you to discover it?" Meg spoke dubiously. Her practical mind was fighting against the absurdity of the thing.
"He could not tell me. In the desert I was to be led by a little child—you know what that means?"
"Yes, a simple, a child of God."
They paused.
"Now the odd thing is," Michael said thoughtfully, "that when I went to see Michael Ireton, he strongly advised me to go and find myself, as he expressed it, in the desert. He said, 'Cut yourself off from your friends, from opposing influences, and think things out. Go where you are called.'"