Unformatted text preview: aced herself and hoped
that what Mr. Cole had seen would not be
what he had seen the last time--which
had been, apparently, a Ritual Marriage in
ancient Sumeria between a god and goddess. "I saw" -- Mr. Cole leant towards her, breathing hard, his eyes looking (yes, really
they did) quite mad -- "the Prophet Elijah
descending from Heaven in his fiery
chariot." Miss Carnaby breathed a sigh of relief.
Elijah was much better, she didn't mind
"Below," went on Mr. Cole, "were the
altars of Baal -- hundreds and hundreds of
them. A Voice cried to me: "Look, write
and testify that which you shall see --) 3)
He stopped and Miss Carnaby murmured
"On the altars were the sacrifices, bound
there, helpless, waiting for the knife.
Virgins -- hundreds of virgins -- young
beautiful, naked virgins -- "
Mr. Cole smacked his lips. Miss Carnaby
"Then came the ravens, the ravens of
Odin, flying from the North. They met the
ravens of Elijah -- together they circled in
the sky -- they swooped, they plucked out
the eyes of the victims -- there was wailing
and gnashing of teeth -- and the Voice
cried: 'Behold a Sacrifice -- for on this day
shall Jehovah and Odin sign blood brotherhood!'
Then the Priests fell upon their victims, they raised their knives -- they
mutilated their victims -- "
Desperately Miss Carnaby broke away
from her tormentor who was now slavering
at the mouth in a kind of sadistic fervour:
"Excuse me one moment."
She hastily accosted Lipscomb, the man
who occupied the Lodge which gave
admission to Green Hills and who providentially
happened to be passing.
"I wonder,55 she said, "if you have
found a brooch of mine. I must have
dropped it somewhere about the grounds.39
Lipscomb, who was a man immune from
the general sweetness and light of Green
Hills, merely growled that he hadn't seen
any brooch. It wasn't his work to go about
looking for things. He tried to shake off
Miss Carnaby but she accompanied him, babbling about her brooch, till she had put
a safe distance between herself and the
fervour of Mr. Cole.
At that moment, the Master himself came
out of the Great Fold and, emboldened by
his benignant smile. Miss Carnaby ventured
to speak her mind to him. Did he think that Mr. Cole was quite -was quite -The Master laid a hand on her shoulder.
"You must cast out Fear,35 he said. "Perfect Love casteth out Fear. ..."
"But I think Mr. Cole is mad. Those
Visions he has -- "
"As yet," said the Master, "he sees
Imperfectly. . . . through the Glass of his
own Carnal Nature. But the day will come
when he shall see Spiritually--Face to
Miss Camaby was abashed. Of course,
put like that— She rallied to make a
"And really," she said, "need Lipscomb
be so abominably rude ?"
Again the Master gave his Heavenly
"Lipscomb," he said, "is a faithful
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