“And do not forget,” he said, “that you have brought with you from the higher regions a Poem that will in all probability make your fame!  ‘Fame! fame! next grandest word to God!’ ... so wrote one of your craft, and no doubt you echo the sentiment!  Have you not desired to blazon your name on the open scroll of the world?  Well! ... now you can have your wish—­the world waits to receive your signature!”

“That is all very well!” and Alwyn smiled rather dubiously as he glanced at the manuscript on the table beside him.  “But the question is,—­considering how it was written,—­can I, dare I call this poem mine?”

“Most assuredly you can,” returned Heliobas.  “Though your hesitation is a worthy one, and as rare as it is worthy.  Well would it be for all poets and artists were they to pause thus, and consider before rashly calling their work their own!  Self-appreciation is the death-blow of genius.  The poem is as much yours as your life is yours—­no more and no less.  In brief, you have recovered your lost inspiration; the lately dumb oracle speaks again:—­and are you not satisfied?”

“No!” said Alwyn quickly, with a sudden brightening of his eyes as he met the keenly searching glance that accompanied this question.  “No! for I love! ... and the desire of love burns in me as ardently as the desire of fame!” He paused, and in quieter tones continued, “You see I speak freely and frankly to you as though—­ ,” and he laughed a little, “as though I were a good Catholic, and you my father-confessor!  Good heavens! if some of the men I know in London were to hear me, they would think me utterly crazed!  But craze or no craze, I feel I shall never be satisfied now till I find out whether there is anywhere is the world a place called Ardath.  Can you, will you help me in the search?  I am almost ashamed to ask you, for you have already done so much for me, and I really owe to your wonderful power my trance or soul-liberty, or whatever it may be called. ...”

“You owe me nothing,” interposed Heliobas calmly, “not even thanks.  Your own will accomplished your freedom, and I am not responsible for either your departure or your return.  It was a predestined occurrence, yet perfectly scientific and easy of explanation.  Your inward force attracted mine down upon you in one strong current, with the result that your Spirit instantly parted asunder from your body, and in that released condition you experienced what you have described.  But I had no, more to do with that experience than I shall have with your journey to the ‘field of Ardath,’ should you decide to go there.”

“There is an Ardath then!” cried Alwyn excitedly.

Heliobas eyed him with something of scorn.  “Naturally!  Are you still so much of a sceptic that you think an angel would have bidden you seek a place that had no existence?  Oh, yes!  I see you are inclined to treat your ethereal adventure as a mere dream,—­ but I know it was a reality, more real than anything in this present world.”  And turning to the loaded bookshelves he took down a large volume, and spread it open on the table.