When it was gone, Ayesha spoke.

“Now, Kallikrates,” she said, “the mighty moment is at hand.  When the great flame comes again thou must stand in it.  First throw aside thy garments, for it will burn them, though thee it will not hurt.  Thou must stand in the flame while thy senses will endure, and when it embraces thee suck the fire down into thy very heart, and let it leap and play around thy every part, so that thou lose no moiety of its virtue.  Hearest thou me, Kallikrates?”

“I hear thee, Ayesha,” answered Leo, “but, of a truth—­I am no coward—­but I doubt me of that raging flame.  How know I that it will not utterly destroy me, so that I lose myself and lose thee also?  Nevertheless will I do it,” he added.

Ayesha thought for a minute, and then said—­

“It is not wonderful that thou shouldst doubt.  Tell me, Kallikrates:  if thou seest me stand in the flame and come forth unharmed, wilt thou enter also?”

“Yes,” he answered, “I will enter even if it slay me.  I have said that I will enter now.”

“And that will I also,” I cried.

“What, my Holly!” she laughed aloud; “methought that thou wouldst naught of length of days.  Why, how is this?”

“Nay, I know not,” I answered, “but there is that in my heart that calleth me to taste of the flame and live.”

“It is well,” she said.  “Thou art not altogether lost in folly.  See now, I will for the second time bathe me in this living bath.  Fain would I add to my beauty and my length of days if that be possible.  If it be not possible, at the least it cannot harm me.

“Also,” she continued, after a momentary pause, “is there another and a deeper cause why I would once again dip me in the flame.  When first I tasted of its virtue full was my heart of passion and of hatred of that Egyptian Amenartas, and therefore, despite my strivings to be rid thereof, have passion and hatred been stamped upon my soul from that sad hour to this.  But now it is otherwise.  Now is my mood a happy mood, and filled am I with the purest part of thought, and so would I ever be.  Therefore, Kallikrates, will I once more wash and make me pure and clean, and yet more fit for thee.  Therefore also, when thou dost in turn stand in the fire, empty all thy heart of evil, and let soft contentment hold the balance of thy mind.  Shake loose thy spirit’s wings, and take thy stand upon the utter verge of holy contemplation; ay, dream upon thy mother’s kiss, and turn thee towards the vision of the highest good that hath ever swept on silver wings across the silence of thy dreams.  For from the germ of what thou art in that dread moment shall grow the fruit of what thou shalt be for all unreckoned time.

“Now prepare thee, prepare! even as though thy last hour were at hand, and thou wast to cross to the Land of Shadows, and not through the Gates of Glory into the realms of Life made beautiful.  Prepare, I say!”