Amer looked at her. Her eyes were full of mocking merriment and her mouth was hard and satirical. He was at once aware that there was no mark of the King upon her brow. "I want you to come back with me," she said, "surely you must be tired of your journey by this time, and we are tired of being without you. I miss you more than I thought I should." Amer standing looking upon her felt his old love for her welling up in his heart. He had tried to put the thought of her away from him for long, as he found that whenever he indulged in idle dreamings the enemy took advantage of him, specially a very formidable enemy named Jealousy, whom he had met more than once. He had imagined that by this time Gabrielle had forgotten him, and he had done all he could to banish her from his thoughts. But now that she stood before him in her beauty, notwithstanding the new look in her eyes and a certain hardness about the mouth, he found his love for her was still as strong as ever. "Come back, dear Amer," she said, holding out her hands to him, "give up the Radiant City." "You ask an impossible thing," he answered looking at her steadily. The very fact of his determination made her feel that he was all the more worth winning. "Have you forgotten the day," she said softly, "when you told me that I should be your Radiant City?" Amer turned pale. "I would do anything in the world for you but turn back," he said gravely. "You won't do just the one thing I ask," she said pouting, and she looked so pretty and so much like the Gabrielle whom he had loved so devotedly that his heart beat quickly, and he could scarcely restrain himself. "I love you as my own soul," he said fervently. Gabrielle, aware of the advantage that she was gaining, smiled. "No, you don't," she answered lightly, "you love your own soul better than me." At these words Amer's hand flew to his sword. He suddenly felt that the enemy was using the lips of the one he loved best in all the world to tempt him. Could it be the Devil himself? The words in the Guide Book which had perplexed him at first, but of which he had been gradually learning the meaning, flashed across his mind:— "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world." "Get thee behind me," he cried suddenly, and turning round he expected to come face to face with an enemy he had not before encountered; but the foe was invisible. "Ah! I see," said Gabrielle, "you are as mad as ever! We should never suit. We are made of different stuff;" then she added in a softer tone of voice, "If you turn back with me, who knows but that one day I might set out on the journey with you?" For the moment her companion hesitated, then he said: "If I were to turn back with you you would not be likely to go forward with me! The only hope is for us to be walking both the same way."