I remembered that as the last entry I had made, and I could have kicked myself for making it, still more for having it brought to light now. We had by this time come, as I have already remarked, to the stage when we could believe pretty well anything of this uncanny people. What if they knew English? The sentence I had written was not particularly incriminating, but quite enough to give a hint of our mistrust, and to arouse mistrust in return. To my surprise, Poyning seemed rather gratified than alarmed over the upshot of the affair. When he had read the writing he gave Kalliboas a very straight look in which there was almost a touch of defiance, and told him coolly enough that we were now satisfied with the test. Then we withdrew. If the old man's suspicions had been awakened he concealed them to perfection. He threw himself on to a couch in the sunshine and began to talk as if nothing out of the common had occurred. 'You have understood all that you have seen to-day, strangers?' he inquired. 'Not everything,' said I. 'In the recesses that surround the great hall many had cast themselves into the false sleep. To what end?' 'In that way,' replied the old man, 'we are able to know matters which take place at great distances from this city. Otherwise how should we, who have never visited the world of the outer peoples, know what they do?' 'Do you mean to say you _do_ know?' cried Poyning. Kalliboas bowed his head. 'It is even so,' he said. 'And is that strange hearing to you?' 'Strange! It is impossible!' There was a shade of the pity that is akin to contempt in the old man's answer. 'Why impossible?' he said quietly. 'Can it be that you are so steeped in ignorance as not to know that by far the greatest power upon this earth is the mind of man? Which is master of the world--man or the forces of nature, the sentient mind or the blundering violence that acts it knows not how? Even your peoples of the outer world, who have not studied these matters, have advanced thus far: to know that mind may control matter and act far from the human brain which is its source. How much more should we know of the powers of mind, who have lived in this valley untouched by the lust and greed and superstition which have kept you barbarous, and down through the centuries have steadily pressed onwards in the search for light? The art of projecting the human soul was very early understood and practised among us. To-day, we have brought it to a high effectiveness.' 'But how is it done?' I cried.