"Ah, do not keep me longer from him!" ... A strange altering of time and space—a wavering brightness in the dusk—a woman’s figure in the gateway of the garden wall. "My man! My man!" She was running to him, her arms held forward. His own limbs stumbled, for the full power of his life went from him to her breast.... They were alone.... They entered the garden of the temple together.... Her arms did not leave him, yet they were about his knees, and words came to him leaning forward: "... Remember—that night as we journeyed forward by swiftest camels—the risen star in our eyes—the quest in our hearts?" Romney caught her up in his arms and stilled her whispering lips against his own. THE END.