As I dreamed I seemed to weep for joy that my beloved Ont[a:] still lived, and as she ceased speaking I strove to clasp her to my heart, but she eluded me, and ere I more than realized her presence she vanished from my sight, and I sprang to my feet, not in fear, but in a state of trepidation indescribable. Mylta--But, Dano, do you believe that you really saw your sister Ont[a:], or do you consider it all a vivid dream? Of course, as your sister has long been in the Silence, it could have been naught else than a dream. Favēon, be quiet. Yes, I am excited. Oh, how I should like to have such a dream; and only think, if it really might be true! It is so dreadful to die, to leave all that one loves, and more dreadful still to lose one's loved ones, knowing that the utmost one can do is to mourn until we too shall pass into the Silence. Ah, my Vērian, our tears will not ward off---- De L'Ester--Gentol[a:], quickly draw near to Dano. Touch his head with your finger tips. That will suffice. Drowsily he leans back in his chair, and passes his hands over his forehead and eyes. Now in a startled manner he whispers, "Ont[a:], Ont[a:]; nay, it is not Ont[a:]. Ont[a:] has golden hair, and this woman's hair is dark hued, and she is of a strange race. Ah, I now see her clearly, and it is the same woman who twice has appeared to me. Speak, I pray you, that I may know who you are, and why you come to me." De L'Ester--Follow closely my dictation. Gentola--Though I am not of Ento I have been named Gentol[a:]. Twice I have been made to speak to you, and now I shall say that which you are to remember for it relates to gravest interests.