Now the scene was fading away. The stream broadened into a river. The mountains became lower. I seemed floating upon the tranquil river in a boat, and before me rose a mountain side, a terrible precipice. At the base the river vanished in a black, arched tunnel. It raced towards me. Suddenly the smoke screen turned inky black. Then a speck of light appeared upon it. Rapidly it increased in size. A vast expanse of sparkling blue water appeared, gleaming under a sun-bright sky. Above its farther shores rose wooded hills, purple in the distance. Close to where I seemed to float upon the surface of the lake a rocky island rose, and clearly visible upon the surface of a water-washed cliff I saw the symbol once more. Slowly the picture faded, once more the glowing vapor rolled and writhed. It thinned, broke into wisps, and, stepping forward quickly, Nohul Voh replaced the cover on the huge urn. I lay back, weak, speechless. “My lord has seen the road of the symbol.” At his words I seemed to come out of a trance. I laughed almost hysterically. “And to what purpose?” I asked almost unconsciously, for my thoughts were a confused jumble. “I have seen neither the beginning nor the end.” “The end, I cannot show,” he declared, shaking his mane of white hair. “And the beginning is here in Mictolan. Across the Bridge of Light and through the Cave of the Bats.” “Then, O, Nohul Voh, I have learned nothing,” I exclaimed. “With no Bridge of Light to cross, of what value the road beyond?” He came towards me, seated himself close to me and spoke earnestly. “My son,” he said, “perhaps Kinchi Haman knows the secret of the Bridge of Light. But it will come again as always from the beginning it has come and gone. “When the many-colored flames rise from the temples, then, my son, you may know that the Bridge of Light spans the chasm. “Watch for those flames, my lord, and when they rise, hurry with the maiden and cross on that bridge of light without delay. Woe to you should the flames cease when you and the maid are midway from rock to rock!” “And cannot you, who can read the future, say whether that may or may not happen?” I demanded, a tone of sarcasm in my voice.