“Yes; these ’holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost,’” was the answer.

An hour’s drive through indescribable grandeur brought them to a gate in the wall which surrounded the temple, where they alighted.  An attendant took charge of the horses.  Paulus led the way.  A word to the keeper of the gate, and they were permitted to pass.  Surrounding the central building, was a large open space laid out in walks, grass plats, ornamental trees, and flowers.  People were walking about.  Guides and instructors were busy with strangers, who seemed to have come from all nations, by the varied manner of dress displayed, and the different languages spoken.

“This,” said Paulus, “is the sanctuary of freedom, the place of the great King.  From this center go the righteous laws that govern nations and peoples.  It is not time yet to proceed further, so we will walk about the gardens.”

“Is the great King here today?” asked Poland’s ruler.

“I do not know; but the council will sit and transact all needed business.  And now I will tell you another thing:  All whom you have met or seen have appeared to you as mortal beings, as you or I; but in reality, in our drive through the city, you have seen many immortal, that is, resurrected, men and women; for you must remember that now the righteous live to the age of a tree, and when they die, they do not sleep in the dust, but are changed in the twinkling of an eye.  These visit with us, abide with us for a time to instruct us.  Because you are a ruler among the nations, you will be permitted to see the assembling of the council, and receive instruction from it.  The time is drawing nigh.  Let us be going.”

Great crowds of white-robed men were flocking into the temple.  The three followed.  The king and Remand gazed in wonder at those who had been pointed out as being resurrected beings, and their wonder increased when they could see no marked difference between them and the rest of mankind, save perhaps in the calm, sweet expression of the face, and the light which appeared to beam from the countenances of the immortals.  They certainly were not unreal, shadowy beings.

Entering a wide hallway, they soon arrived at the council chamber.  Its glory dazzled the beholders.  In the midst of this room was a vast throne as white as ivory, and ascended by seventy steps.  On each side of the throne were tiers of seats, rising one above the other.  The seats were rapidly being filled, but the throne remained vacant.

“The King is not here today,” whispered Paulus.

Then a soft, sweet strain of music was heard.  It increased in volume until a thousand instruments seemed to blend into one melody.  Suddenly, the vast assembly arose as one man and joined in a song of joy and thanksgiving.

“Guide—­dear friend,” whispered the king of Poland, “I am overcome, I cannot remain.”

“I feel faint,” said Remand, “I fear I shall perish.”