“I have been here now almost thirty-three years. This star, with all that it contains, or will ever contain, is not to be compared with one of the lesser mountains of my world! I was sent from it to bring home a spirit which is so powerful that it can carry through my world and to all its satellites the truths of revelation! I was told who she was, and specially selected to come for her!” The stranger paused. “Where is she?” questioned Rondah; she was only thinking: “Very long yet before spring, and I am forgetting, all the time forgetting Regan!” “She is fairer than earthly women, mightier than all earth’s armies, than all its millions, for she can save nations, yes, worlds of men from Godless darkness. The fate of my sun and all its dependents is on her!” “It is a strange, grand mission,” said Rondah, “greater than ours of humanity. Why do you waste these many years, while souls die, to find her?” Then she forgot him in remembering the revelations of the books, what she had learned regarding some of the constellations, with their beginning, endurance and destinies. It was very likely. Revelations were to every world, but to none alike; they were taught by many differing agencies. “She will surely go to my sun, for she is good and merciful. She is a wholly righteous spirit.” “You should find her at once. Souls perish while you wait!” said Rondah. “I have found her!” “Where is she?” again questioned Rondah. “People do not know their brightest destinies. Is not this a bewildering opportunity for one to offer to man’s ambition—a constellation, its ruling, its splendor and its salvation? Is not the bait tempting—the bait of worlds and souls?” “I suppose so—to some,” answered Rondah. “I presume that to Regan such an opportunity would be impossible of rejection. If only Regan had such a sun as that!” Then upon the stranger’s face there flashed a malignant lightning; his eyes shot phosphorescent, baleful gleams; but the expression fled in an instant, and Rondah saw it not. “There the hills are diamonds, the rivers gold, the leaves of rose hue and fragrance. The great plains are of silver sheen. “There merely human eyes would be blinded by the splendor. In the vast, jeweled cities there are the homes of men, the prosperity, excitement, learning, love and enjoyments of Earth. There are real people with noble hearts, perfect souls, intellects of powerful capacity, not baby bird men! There are huge and beautiful beasts, which are harnessed for men’s pleasure! The mighty and magnificent race are not of vegetable growth, who need this one spirit to save them! “The sun is Jupiter! When it is so near that you can go back, it will be spring—time for Regan to wake. The sun is Jupiter! This star is lost among its satellites!” Like bewitching music fell his words. “Destiny is foreordained. The spirit whom I love will go. My measureless love for her is part of that ruling; her love for me must follow as fate!”