“O, my Rathunor, speak to me quickly before I have time to forget.  I can not remember this long, yet it as a recurrence of a vivid dream.  Tell me while I am awake, where I have been.  I saw, and felt, and know I was there—­there in the Sacred Sanctuary of that Temple.  O, that I might go again and remain there forever to listen to that enchanting music and the solemn heavenly voices of that choir.”

A quiver ran through her whole frame and with a mournful cry she fell fainting in the arms of Rathunor.  Here his innate born courage and bravery sustained him, and instantly there flashed into his mind the words he had once heard the High Priest use while passing his hands over an insensible form.  So, gently laying her inanimate body upon the grass, he repeated in slow, but firm and commanding tones these words: 

“Return, O soul, to thy physical body.  Return, I command thee, and reanimate this lifeless tenement of your soul.  Come, come, I command thee, come.”

Scarcely had the last words been uttered when a movement of the hands and limbs announced to Rathunor the return of life.  She was soon able to rise and, being supported by the Prince, they slowly wended their way back to the castle.  She walked as in a dream, but as her step was stately and firm, the Prince did not become alarmed until he had her safe in her room, when the extent of the occurrence dawned upon him and then he hurriedly called her maid and sent at once to dispatch a servant for their physician.  Nu-nah had become quite herself before the Doctor came and after he had administered a little palliative, withdrew saying, “The Princess will soon be well.  It was only the result of fatigue induced by the constant excitement of social pleasures.”

The Prince was silent and, seeing the Princess was so comfortable, he retired to his own apartments with strict injunctions, he should be notified at once if any symptoms of the prostration should appear.  When once within his private chamber he threw himself down in a chair and fell into a profound study.  Over and over he reviewed the incidents of the evening.  “What was there in that music that so enchanted Nu-nah?  What did she see and hear that revived a faint memory of something in the past?  What magical force was it that drew her so irresistibly toward the Temple?  What produced that quiver which preceded her falling insensible into his arms?”

He was half inclined to blame the Priests for it all, for he knew something of the power of magic and its psychologic effect.  The more he reasoned the farther he wandered from a solution.  Now he mused, “If that had been the beautiful Vestal, Sarthia, I could understand why she would be so powerfully attracted to the Temple, but Nu-nah, who had never entered the Holy Sanctuary except for those sacred Rites that are administered to all who are supposed to be bordering on the land of the spiritual world; only those two nights, to his knowledge, had she ever been in the Sacred Sanctuary; there was something in those ceremonies that he had not as yet understood; there must have been some mystical, magical power employed to restore the frail, feeble, unconscious Nu-nah to life and health and, to him.”