He was so seemingly sure that I would not fail them--that what assistance I could render would be granted--that for the time being it overthrew all doubt of success. Too, I had grown so accustomed to thinking of Naia of Aphur as a woman--a palpitant creature of radiant flesh and blood--that the very reality of her seeming robbed somewhat of its weirdness, its eery quality, the fact that I was about to respond in the astral body to an urgent medical call. Consciously then I sought to follow Croft's directions. I fastened my thought on his Aphurian home. I strove to exclude everything else from my mind. I brought up the picture of it as a thing at the end of a distant vista, down which I must pass to attain it, and--all at once that picture moved! I say it moved, because that is how it at first appeared. At all events, it seemed to come toward me with amazing swiftness. For an instant my comprehension faltered, and then I knew. I knew I had gained my purpose--that I was astrally out of my body, even though I had not known the instant when I had left it; that I was speeding with incredible rapidity toward the scene into which I had wished to be projected; that darkness was all about me, like an impenetrable wall; that I was like one in an infinite, an interminable tunnel, with the lighted picture I had conjured up at the end. Then that too faded, dissolved, lost its comprehensive quality, and gave place to more finite detail, and--I was in a room. But it was not strange. I knew it--recognized it instantly, thanks to Croft's previous words. Its walls were hung with purple hangings shot through with threads of gold. There was a shallow pool of water in its center edged round with white and golden tiles. Beside it on a pedestal of wine-red wood there stood a figure--the form of a man straining upward as if for flight, with outstretched arms and uplifted wings, translucent--formed of a substance not unlike alabaster--the shape of Azil. That too I recognized in a flash, and I seemed to catch my breath. At last I was on Palos! This was Azil, the Angel of Life, before me--poised by the mirror pool in the chamber of Naia of Aphur--ablaze now with the light of many incandescent bulbs in copper sconces against the walls. All this I saw, and became conscious that, as well as light, the chamber was now full of life. Naia of Aphur! She lay before me on a copper-moulded couch--and I turned my eyes upon her, her body beneath coverings of silklike fabric. A woman, of whom two were in attendance, wearing the blue garment embroidered with a scarlet heart above the left breast--the badge of the nursing craft, as Jason had told me--spoke to Naia in soothing accents the words of which I could not understand. "Murray!"