"I don't know. His headache was better this morning. If he can retain some food, he may soon pick up."
"And you will go on to Akhnaton's tomb?" Millicent did not refer to the buried treasure.
"Whenever he is better." Michael looked at his watch. "We had better be going back," he said. "I want to make preparations."
"And I am to return to civilization!"
Michael did not answer. He called Hassan. "We are ready, Hassan," he said.
In a short time they were off.
Before mounting her camel Millicent said: "Thank you, Michael. I don't deserve your kindness."
On their homeward journey Michael's heart held many a prayer. He was no longer merely to turn this woman out of his thoughts, to thrust her behind him, a thing of Satan. He was to help her. He was to help her until such a time as she could help herself. He was to bring her mind to the consciousness of the truth. He was to reveal to her, by his prayers, what Akhnaton taught his people—that God is happiness, God is beauty, God is Love.
CHAPTER VI
It was close upon sundown when Michael and Millicent got back to the camp. Abdul had come a little way to meet them. To an observant eye, the calm of his Eastern countenance showed some anxiety. Millicent did not see it. Michael was riding on ahead when Abdul met him. Abdul turned his mule and rode by his master's side.