The man was dying.  Balder saw it,—­saw that his enemy was escaping him unpunished!  There yet remained one stimulant that might rouse him, and in the passion of the moment this self-appointed lieutenant of the Almighty applied it.

“Come forward here, Salome!” cried he; “let him look on the face that his sins have given you.  As there is a God in Heaven, your wrongs shall be set right!”

Salome moved to obey; but Gnulemah glided swiftly up and held her back.  Balder stepped imperiously forward to enforce his will.  Had he but answered his wife’s eyes even then!—­He came forward one step.

Then burst a thunder-clap like the crashing together of heaven and earth!  At the same instant a blinding, hot glare shut out all sight.  Balder was hurled back against the wall, a shock like the touch of death in every nerve.

He staggered up, all unstrung, his teeth chattering.  He saw,—­not the lamp, flickering in the draught from the broken window,—­not Manetho, lying motionless with the smile frozen on his lips,—­not Salome, prostrate across the body of him she had worshipped.

He saw Gnulemah—­his wife whom he loved—­rise from the altar’s step against which she had been thrown; stand with outstretched arms and blank, wide-open eyes; grope forwards with outstretched arms and uncertain feet; grope blindly this way and that, moaning,—­

“Balder,—­Balder,—­where are you?”

Shivering and desperate,—­not yet daring for his life to understand,—­he came and stood before her, almost within reach of those groping hands.

“I am here,—­look at me, Gnulemah!—­I am here—­your husband!”

There was a pause.  The storm, having spent itself in that last burst, was rolling heavily away.  There was silence in the nuptial chamber, infringed only by the breathing of the newly married lovers.

“I hear you, Balder,” said Gnulemah at length, tremulously, while her blank eyes rested on his face, “but I cannot see you.  My lamp must have gone out.  Will not you light it for me?”—­

Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord:  I will repay!

* * * * *

The storm-cloud moved eastward and was dispersed.  Black though had been its shadow, it endured but for a moment; the echo of its fury passed away, and its deadly thunderbolt left behind a purer atmosphere.  So sweeps and rages over men’s heads the storm of calamity; and so dissolves, though seeming for the time indissoluble.

But the distant planet comes forth serene from its brief eclipse, and as night deepens, bears its steady fire yet more aloft.  Like God’s love, its radiance embraces the world, yet forgets not the smallest flower nor grain of sand.  From its high station it beholds the infinite day surround the night, and knows the good before and beyond the ill.  Great is its hope, for causes are not hidden from its quiet eternal eye.