on thee forever and thou be plunged into deeper darkness!  Seek thou the field of Ardath!—­As Christ lives, I will meet thee there!  Farewell!’ With these words she left me, passing away, arrayed in glory, treading on flowers, and ever ascending till she disappeared! ... while I, stricken with a great repentance, went slowly, as she bade me, down into the shadow, and a rippling breeze-like melody, as of harps and lutes most tenderly attuned, followed me as I descended.  And now,” said Alwyn, interrupting his narrative and speaking with emphatic decision, “surely there remains but one thing for me to do—­that is, to find the ’Field of Ardath.’”

Heliobas smiled gravely.  “Nay, if you consider the whole episode a dream,” he observed, “why trouble yourself?  Dreams are seldom realized, ... and as to the name of Ardath, have you ever heard it before?”

“Never!” replied Alwyn.  “Still—­if there is such a place on this planet I will most certainly journey thither!  Maybe you know something of its whereabouts?”

“Finish your story,” said Heliobas, quietly evading the question.  “I am curious to hear the end of your strange adventure.”

“There is not much more to tell,” and Alwyn sighed a little as he spoke.  “I wandered further and further into the gloom, oppressed by many thoughts and troubled by vague fears, till presently it grew so dark that I could scarcely see where I was going, though I was able to guide myself in the path that stretched before me by means of the pale luminous rays that frequently pierced the deepening obscurity, and these rays I now noticed fell ever downwards in the form of a cross.  As I went on I was pursued as it were by the sound of those delicate harmonies played on invisible, sweet strings; and after a while I perceived at the extreme end of the long, dim vista a door standing open, through which I entered and found myself alone in a quiet room.  Here I sat down to rest,—­ the melody of the distant harps and lutes still floated in soft echoes on the silence ... and presently words came breaking through the music, like buds breaking from their surrounding leaves.. words that I was compelled to write down as quickly as I heard them ... and I wrote on and on, obeying that symphonious and rhythmical dictation with a sense of growing ease and pleasure, ... when all suddenly a dense darkness overcame me, followed by a gradual dawning gray and golden light ... the words dispersed into fragmentary half-syllables ... the music died away, ...  I started up amazed ... to find myself here! ... here in this monastery of Lars, listening to the chanting of the Angelus!”

He ceased, and looked wistfully out through the window at the white encircling rim of the opposite snow-mountains, now bathed in the full splendor of noon.  Heliobas advanced and laid one hand kindly on his shoulder. ...