He was evidently the son of some great nobleman, and, as he passed, the crowd pressed forward, and men and women looked over one another’s shoulders for a glimpse of the pretty child who walked so composedly alone. And then the temple, brilliant in the sunshine, the crowd on its steps, the blue sky and the blue sea in the distance, disappeared in a flash. But even before the watching children could utter a cry of disappointment, they found themselves, to their amazement and delight, actually _inside_ the building, and quite close to an altar before which stood the little boy and his parents. The sound of chanting voices echoed through the temple, on the marble floor of which the sunshine fell. Sweet scents floated in the air from burning incense, and presently a priest, dressed in a rich robe, came from the altar, followed by attendant priests. [Illustration] One of these approached the boy, and with a pair of curiously shaped shears, cut off his beautiful silky hair, letting it fall on to a silver platter, held by a priestess. Lifting the platter aloft in both hands the priestess moved slowly to the altar, upon which she placed it, and then all the great company in the temple bowed themselves to the ground and worshipped. The little boy—now with close-cropped hair, and evidently proud and satisfied—was being led back towards the entrance door, when all at once he stopped and gazed about him as though he recognized something, and could scarcely believe his eyes. Diana and Rachel, who followed him, saw him point eagerly to a row of pillars, and then turn to his parents saying something at which they smiled. One second they saw his dark puzzled eyes—the next they themselves were out of the temple and seated as before, one on either side of Mr. Sheston. The white mist blotted out everything in front of the window. “That was Dinocrates. He had come back after hundreds of years, hadn’t he?” cried Rachel. “Oh, do explain about him,” begged Diana. “Why did he point to the columns like that? Why did he have his hair cut off? What is he going to do now?” Mr. Sheston laughed softly. “I’ll take one question at a time,” he began. But it was Rachel who answered the first question after all. “I know, I know,” she exclaimed. “When he looked at the pillars he was sort of _remembering_, wasn’t he? Remembering that a long time ago he made something like them.” “Yes, that’s a good guess. He was. He felt that somehow or other he was as you say, ‘mixed up’ with that temple.” “And about his hair?” enquired Diana. “Well, that was just a ceremony, meaning that he was dedicated to, or put under the special protection of the goddess. Boys at a certain age had their hair cut off and offered to Diana in the temple to show that they were her worshippers. And in the case of Dinocrates this was especially true, for he became, perhaps, the most celebrated of the worshippers of Diana. “Now let me go on with the story.