De L'Ester--Well done, well done, Zenest[a:]. I had not thought it possible for any fully freed one to so entirely possess the youth. But Gentol[a:] having paved the way you did so admirably. Do not you think so? Zenesta Hao--I congratulate both Dano and myself that we have safely concluded this experiment, which nothing would induce me to repeat. He became so entirely submerged that had I retained possession a moment longer, he certainly would have become freed, and I--well, you all know what the consequence would have been. I understand De L'Ester. You are no more at fault than am I, but we must not again permit our zeal to get the better of our discretion. Leta--Professor, this is not the first time I have seen Dano in this strange condition, and almost I am persuaded that while he slumbers, some god communes with him. May not it be that Andûman[a:] has taken pity on His sorrowful children, and that at His command His Messengers are using Dano as an instrument through whom to convey to us the knowledge that indeed existence is continuous? Ah, he moves, and his color is returning, but his slumber is very prolonged. Oh, that we soon may come to understand this mystery, if mystery it may be. Instructor--I am amazed beyond expression by this strange occurrence. Zenest[a:] H[a:]o, do not we all know of his great learning, of his deep researches into ancient languages and records? What can this mean? What report shall I make of it to our superiors? Lēt[a:], raise his head a little. He now appears to be in a quiet slumber, still it may be well to call Doctor Vyond[a:]. Hasten, Rûf[a:], to call Doctor Vyond[a:] to come to Dano. Oh, that it might be true, this story of continuous existence. Have not I lost a noble son, who was your fellow student? A beloved daughter, too, with whose life her mother's life and mine were bound as with one chord. Alas, alas, sorrow leads one to reach out after visionary nothings. Ah, he is awakening. Why, Dano, apparently you have been slumbering, and really we have been a little disquieted, in fact so disconcerted as to scarcely know what course to pursue. You are not ill? Speak if you can, and set our fears at rest. The cup of water, Lēt[a:]. Ah, now you are quite restored. Dano--Friends, I regret that I have occasioned you some anxious moments. No, I am not ill, and I cannot explain these sudden attacks of unconsciousness. I only am aware that I have been in a deep slumber, which came upon me so suddenly that I could not avoid it. Perhaps I should obey Doctor Vyond[a:], and for a time cease pursuing my beloved studies. Leta--Dano, can it be that you are unaware that while you slumbered, you spoke to us strange, and in a measure unintelligible words? With permission of our Instructor I will relate to you what you have said.