For the life of me, I couldn't decide. The mind of me balked no matter what the spirit decreed. As an actual fact, I wanted to believe I was in a somewhat similar position to men I have known, who tried to accept a religion, feeling their salvation depended upon it, and yet could not quite compass full acceptance in the end. At the last I settled down to a sort of compromise with myself, based on my recollection of Croft's assertion that he would come to me some time for an astral conversation, similar to those meetings with Naia he had employed to sway her decision, before he finally won her and that I myself should visit Palos some time again. If those things happened I felt I could give credence without reservation. I did a lot of reading in Croft's books and waited. But he did not come. A month passed and a little more, approximately such a span of time as they called a Zitran on Palos, where the year was a trifle longer than ours, though divided in similar fashion into twelve periods. I had about settled back into acceptance of a completely corporeal routine, and then--once more I had word of Jason's son. "Murray--Murray," a voice whispered to me in my slumber. It roused me. I sat up, distinctly conscious of an intelligent presence in my room. "Murray--get out of that cloud, and let's talk," what seemed a whisper prompted. Something happened. Suddenly I was intensely awake, and I saw--the nebulous form of Jason, seated against the metal rail at the foot of my bed. "That's better. How would you like to take another trip to Palos?" he inquired. He smiled as he said it, and I answered in similar fashion. "If I can make the round trip a little quicker I wouldn't mind it. What's wrong up there now?" "Nothing's wrong up there. Everything's all right." His expression quickened. "But what happened?" I told him, and he nodded. "Well, this will be different as you'll get back before morning. Murray, both Naia and I want very much that you should be present in so far as you can, two nights from now, at the christening of our son." The christening of his son. The thing thrilled me. It was real then, and not a dream after all. I had really gone to Palos that night over a month ago, and now--Croft had kept his promise. He was here asking me to essay the venture again. "Of course," he said as I delayed my answer in the grip of full realization, "you'll see without being seen, but--after it's over--Naia wants to meet you astrally at least. Will you come?" Naia wanted to meet me. After the thing was over and the others were gone, we three would meet as Croft and I were meeting now and establish a personal relation. "Will I?" I exclaimed. "Well, rather." Croft smiled. "It will be a somewhat brilliant spectacle. You'll enjoy it."