“She remembers?” I asked falteringly, knowing the “you” he meant was also of an older day. “She lies in trance,” he answered, “and the buried Self is in command. She felt your presence, and she called for you--by name.” “In trance?” I had the feeling of distress that he had forced her. But he caught my thought and set it instantly at rest. “From deep sleep she passed of her own accord,” he said, “into the lucid state. Her older Self, which retains the memories of all the sections, is now consciously awake.” “And she knows you too? Knows you as you were--remembers?” I asked breathlessly, thinking of my first sight of him in the doorway. “She is aware at this very moment of both you and me,” he answered, “but as she knew us in that particular past. For the old conditions are gathering to-night about the house, and the Equinox is nearer.” “Gathered, then, by you,” I challenged, conscious that an emotion of protection rose strong in me--protection of the woman. “Gathered, rather,” he at once rejoined, “by our collective presence, by our collective feeling, thought and worship, but also by necessity and justice which bring the opportunity.” He spoke with solemnity. I stared for several minutes in silence, facing him and holding his brilliant eyes with an answering passion in my own. Through the open window came a sighing draught of wind; a sense of increasing warmth came with it; it seemed to me that the pictured fire and wind were close upon me, as though the essential life of these two common elements were rising upon me from within; and I turned, trembling slightly, aware of the valley behind me in the moonlight. The châlet, it seemed, already was surrounded. The Presences stood close. “They also know,” he whispered; “they wait for the moment when we shall require them--the three of us together. She, too, desires them. The necessity is upon us all.” With the words there rose a certainty in me that knew no vain denial. The sense of reality and truth came over me again. He was in conscious league with powers of Nature that held their share of universal intelligence; we three had returned at last together. The approach of semi-spiritual intelligences that operate through phenomenal effects--in this case wind and fire--was no imaginative illusion. The channels here were open. “No sparrow falls, no feather is misplaced,” he whispered, “but it is known and the furthest star responds. From our life in another star we brought our knowledge first. But we used it here--on the earth. It was you--your body--that we used as channel. It was your return that prevented our completion. Your dread of to-day is memory----”