g so joyfully, in spite of its solemn
mode. She did know when it had begun, but again it filled her with a
bitter-sweet sense of pity. Only it struck deeper now than before, for
she knew now that it applied to all human beings, since they were all
the children of the same kind Father, and her own brethren and sisters.

But whence did the wonderful music proceed--Was she--and a shock of
alarm thrilled her at the thought--was she numbered with the dead? Had
her heart ceased to beat when the Saviour had taken her in His arms
after her ride through blood and darkness, when all had grown dim to her
senses? Was she now in the abode of the blest?

Andreas had painted it as a glorious place; and yet she shuddered at the
thought. But was not that foolish? If she were really dead, all terror
and pain were at an end. She would see her mother once more; and
whatever might happen to those she loved, she might perhaps be suffered
to linger near them, as she had done on earth, and hope with assurance
to meet them again here, sooner or later.

But no! Her heart was beating still; she could feel how strongly it
throbbed. Then where was she?

There certainly had not been any such coverlet as this on her bed in the
Serapeum, and the room there was much lower. She looked about her and
succeeded in turning on her side toward the evening breeze which blew
in on her, so pure and soft and sweet. She raised her delicate emaciated
hand to her head and found that her thick hair was gone. Then she must
have cut it off to disguise herself.

But where was she? Whither had she fled?

It mattered not. The Serapeum was far away, and she need no longer
fear Zminis and his spies. Now for the first time she raised her eyes
thankfully to Heaven, and next she looked about her; and while she gazed
and let her eyes feed themselves full, a faint cry of delight escaped
her lips. Before her, in the silvery light of the bright disk of the
young moon lay a splendid blooming garden, and over the palms which
towered above all else, in shadowy masses, in the distance the evening
star was rising just in front, the moonlight twinkled and flashed in the
rising and falling drops of the fountain; and as she lay, stirred to the
depths of her soul by this silent splendor, thinking of kindly Selene
moving on her peaceful path above, of Artemis hunting in the moonlight,
of the nymphs of the waters, and the dryads just now perhaps stealing
out of the great trees to dance