“The work now, with our new Sarthia, is with the Soul, to make it equal to the brain that has been cultivated and enlarged in spiritual ways; while with Nu-nah, the work will be in arousing and developing that brain to the conscious response of the matured soul.  Do I make myself plain to you?  In my young pupil, Hermo, we will have a most valuable assistant in our work with Sarthia, for I have discovered that the divine relation of brother and sister exists between them.  They are blest with being the emanations from the same divine state and children of the same spiritual parents.  I spoke to Hermo of Sarthia last night, at the same time willing that my new discovery might be imparted to his soul, which I could see had been partially accomplished.

“We will allow them often in each other’s society, and that holy love of brother of sister, and sister of brother, which can only be kindled in the outer heart when this spiritual relation exists.

“This will soon be recognized by each of them, and this alone will be a most potent influence in nourishing and teaching the soul of Sarthia.  Nothing lies in Sarthia’s path that portends serious evil for many years to come.  Therefore, my good Priestess, take new hope and courage, and not many Moons will grow and wane before an inward pride will be born for your new Vestal.”

The Priestess retired after thanking him most cordially, and could hardly conceal her emotions of joy and rapture until she was safe in her own apartments, where she could give full vent, in tears and cries of joy and gratitude.

As soon as all traces of the effects, which this knowledge had produced, were erased, and she became perfectly calm and composed, she sought Sarthia’s chamber.  The young girl was reclining upon a couch that had been drawn near the window, apparently much absorbed in studying the heavens.  Scarcely did she notice the presence of the Priestess until she knelt beside her and said, “What thoughts are being born in my Sarthia’s mind as she views the mighty heavens above with its millions of silent monitors, awaiting our pleasure to read and understand?  Are they speaking to my darling child?  Do you hear their silent voices and feel their subtle and powerful influences upon you?”

The young girl did not reply immediately.  The body was still very weak and feeble, the mind was as one just awakening from a prolonged slumber.

“My beloved Priestess, did you speak to me of the stars, those loving lights in the heavens?  They do seem to speak, but I can not understand and know what they say.  Do you, dear Mother, and can you tell me?”

This first ray of awakening memory was more radiant to the Priestess than a thousand stars could have produced if all their rays could have blended into one.  But calmness was her external bearing.  Seldom any manifestation of an unusual emotion, was permitted to find an outward expression either in manner or speech.  She had attained that perfect command of herself that neither joy nor sorrow, good nor evil, praise nor blame, could unbalance the perfect poise and tranquillity of her developed Soul.