After the wedding the Prince and Princess were, from necessity, drawn within the whirl of social pleasures with attentions in the way of entertainments, court suppers, balls, drawing-room receptions, etc.  The interior longings were compelled to creep into the background until the external was gratified to exhaustion.  The Princess’ seriousness departed for a time and they were very happy in the round of pleasures that were planned for them.  But as time sped on they began to grow weary of the show, pomp and shallowness of external life.  The seeds that had been sown in Rathunor’s heart and brain, and that which he had aroused in Nu-nah’s slumbering, spiritual organs of her brain, had taken root and now began to spring forth into activity, first as weariness of the superficial pleasures of society, then a desire to gradually withdraw from this life into a more quiet and secluded one, where they might listen to the inner voices and gain pleasure, as well as knowledge, from this source.

The Prince anxiously awaited another opportunity for speaking to Princess Nu-nah on spiritual subjects.  The Hierophant had given him to understand that at no distant day Nu-nah would become interested in spiritual things and be his teacher.  He had not been made aware of the transfer—­that was to be revealed to him by Nu-nah herself.  He had begun to wonder how and where Nu-nah’s spiritual awakening would take place when an opportunity presented itself in a most unexpected manner.

One lovely evening they were taking a stroll about the grounds of their castle, when the full Moon arose in a flood of light, it rose higher, fuller, until the whole world seemed bathed in her magical beauty and in order to longer enjoy her light and magnetic influence the Prince suggested a longer walk.  Unconsciously they chose the path that led them towards the Temple, which was only a short distance from their home.  As they neared the Temple distant strains of music attracted their attention.  They listened, and it seemed to speak in the plaintive tones of a hungering soul; they hastened their steps until they had quite reached the private grounds of the Temple of Isis, Nu-nah was in advance of Rathunor, being irresistibly drawn by some invisible power, when she suddenly stopped and clasping his arm, as within a vice, cried out, “My Rathunor, do you hear that music; what is it?  I have heard it before, but where, O, where?  How came I to know the chants and music of the Temple Service?”

They were held spell-bound to the spot, when the Prince was warned, by the trembling and the gradual loosening of Nu-nah’s hand upon his arm, to quit the spot at once.  The Prince placed his arm about her waist to support her as he urged their return home, but she stood immovable apparently chained by the magical power of some invisible force.

Stronger grew the mystical power of the spell until the Princess seemed compelled to rush madly on and into the Temple, if the Prince had not held her back in a firm grasp, and at the same time trying to attract her attention by his words.  “Come, my darling, let us retrace our steps and as we walk I will tell you all I know about what you have heard.”