Croft felt his muscles stiffen. He understood. The new spirit was molding the fleshy elements to itself--uniting itself to them, knitting soul and body together. The experiment was a success. He smiled. "That is true, Father Abbu," he replied. "I am not the same as the Jasor who died." "Died?" The priest drew back. His eyes widened. "Died," repeated Croft. "Listen, father. These things must be in confidence." "Aye," Abbu agreed. Croft told what had occurred. * * * * * Abbu heard him out. At the end he was seized by a shaking which caused him to quiver through body and limbs. "Listen, father," Croft said. "I am not Jasor, though I inhabit his form. Yet I know something of him, and of Tamarizia as well. Jasor had a father." "And a mother." The priest inclined his head. Croft had gained information, but he did not make a comment upon it then. "To them I must appear still as Jasor," he returned. "They are looked for in Scira," Abbu declared. "We hoped for their coming. Why have you done this thing? Are you good or evil?" "Good, by the grace of Zitu," said Croft. "I come to help Tamarizia. Think you I could have come had not Zitu willed?" Suddenly the face of the young priest flamed. "Nay!" he cried, and rose to stand by the couch. "Now my eyes are open and I see. This thing is of Zitu, nor could he save by his will. It is as I said, a miracle indeed." Again he lifted his arms in the sign of the cross. "Then," said Croft, striking quickly while the man was lost in the grip of religious fervor. "Will you help me to do that for which I came--will you help me to help Tamarizia should the need arise?" "Aye." To his surprise Abbu sank before him on bended knees. "How am I to serve him who comes at the behest of Zitu, in so miraculous a way?" "Call me Jasor as in the past," decided Croft. The name was near enough to his own to fit easily into both his ears and mouth. "Yet think me not Jasor," he went on. "Jasor was a dullard, weak in his brain. Soon shall I show you things such as you have never dreamed. Think you I am Jasor or another indeed?" "You are not Jasor," said the priest. "Nay--by Zitu himself, I swear it," said Croft. "Go now and send back the nurse. Say nothing of what I have told you. Swear silence by Zitu, and come to me every day." "I swear," Abbu promised, rising, "and--I shall come, O Spirit sent by Zitu." He left the room backward and with bowed head.