“Then, Regan, my eyes saw you forsaken in the forest, with your little sister in a wilderness. Your mother prayed not but cast herself to death. I thought, ‘Where is some man to save these souls?’ Father Renaudin had had no visions then. While you and Isabella sobbed in the forest, she freezing and you despairing, I lighted for Father Renaudin that vision of his duty which flashed into his eyes and burned into his soul. It made him shake off his habit of slothful luxury, and sent him to where you stood. That very night he found good homes for both of you. Do you remember that, Regan?” “I shall remember that when the suns have grown cold!” answered Regan. “I noted that, with all your heavy curse, the curse of the father and the curse of the mother also, you were yet strangely noble. You chose for yourself the humble home of poverty, and gave all the brightness of life to your sister. I wondered would you too forget. Through the imposed silence concerning the relationship I saw you always faithful, always in human love bound beyond power of separation to sever. I was near you when you fought your path through disgrace and poverty in life. In your deepest troubles, in your darkest disgrace, I was there, but I could not excuse your course. I could only pity your weakness and remember the curse of the father, the curse of the father! “I did not note Rondah until she came, like a ministering spirit, to care for Gregg Dempster when he was near death. The prayer of Gregg Dempster’s mother was answered from Heaven. Father Renaudin and yourself I watched and aided. Rondah was blessed by the kindness of the angel-man!” “You came to me,” said Father Renaudin, “when I stood on the cliff and with despairing misery looked over the star. You whispered in the air: ‘Man, you have dreamed a god’s dream with human strength! You have been given a field where humanity can accomplish the godlike dream!’ It was time for you to come. My soul fainted, my faith faltered!” “Yes, it was time. Humanity has so little faith. It has so little revelation. But from this time on I may reveal much. Come!” They walked along the shore of the emerald sea, the people of Earth about them, but like an angelhood. Wisdom of deathless years was in their eyes. “From what a race are we degenerate!” said Father Renaudin. “To what a height may we not rise!” answered Regan. Rondah had not been so long from Earth as to feel so keenly the wonder as she mingled with a crowd of mankind. Before them rose a white-walled city; into its streets they walked. The old song was in the air, the song of the Sun Island. Beyond were fields of sapphire blue, each leaf with the slightest touch of gold upon it. “These are our fields; these are our seas; here is our city; humanity is our people,” said their guide. “See here!”