“_Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_” It seemed to Peregrine that the atmosphere around him trembled, as the cry came floating through the Temple. And then it came a third time. “_Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_” Now it penetrated to the furthest corners, echoed hollowly in the vaulted roof. He was very sure that the air shook. Still the cry went on, and with it further words. They were uttered in Latin. For your better understanding of the ritual I give you the translation. The utterance of the words came in curious waves of sound, rising, falling, beating through space; collecting, so it seemed, power and force, in their inexorable rhythm. “_Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Thou that dwellest in the spaceless void, _Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Thou that dwellest in the illimitable silence, _Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Bring to us thine aid.” The voice fell to silence; a breath of wind swept through the Temple. “_Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Indomitable Ruler of the Firmaments, _Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Invisible Wanderer of the trackless stars, _Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Lend to us thy power.” Again the wind swept through the Temple, falling once more to a deathly stillness. Small points of light focussed, broke, and scattered through the gloom. “_Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Majestic Creator of the Vast All, _Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Breath of the Boundless Universe, _Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_ Give to us creation and the breath of life.” And then, lastly, the supreme utterance given with the whole collective force of will: “_Messias Soter Emanuel Sabaoth Adonay, te adore et invoco._” Now the wind swept through the Temple in a volume, swaying the lamps till their chains jangled, beating down the smoke from the pillar till it spread in clouds around it. Again the stillness fell. The air around the pillar cleared.