are doing,
if the seed I sowed has borne fruit."

"In this, valley there are no people--it is a valley of the dead."

"My body was brought to my mother's tomb in this valley."

The voice was so sad that Margaret said:

"You are in trouble? You cannot rest? Is that why your spirit has
returned to earth?"

"My spirit is with Aton, the master of that which is ordained. I have
come to deliver a message; it is for you."

"For me?" Margaret said. "I know nothing at all about Egypt."

"That is not necessary. Aton's love is great and large. It filled the
two lands of Egypt; it fills the world to-day."

"But I am ignorant. You think I understand--I don't. . . . I can do
nothing."

The sad eyes in the emaciated face, the face of a saint and fanatic,
smiled at her fears so tenderly that Margaret's heart was less troubled.

"You can tell the one who is to do my work, the one who knows and loves
Aton, Aton--the compassionate, the all-Merciful. Tell him that I bid
him take up my work."

"Your work?" Margaret said. "You were a king of ancient Egypt. . . .
You speak as if you had worshipped our God . . . there is no one who
can do your work . . ." She paused, and then said nervously, "Egypt is
different now--it cannot go back."

"Egypt must go on, not back. Nothing is different in the heart of man;
your soul is as my soul. Aton liveth for ever in his children. He
filleth the two lands of Egypt with his love. I was his messenger."

"But who was Aton?" Margaret said. In her mind she was striving to
recall if she had ever heard any references to the worship of one god
in Egypt, except by the children of Israel.

"The one who is to do my work will tell you. He has studied my
teachings, he understands the love of Aton, whose rays encompass the
world."

"Thank you," Margaret said. "I will tell him." She knew instinctively
that it was Michael who "understood."

"He knows my work and my desire for the people of Egypt. He knows that
my people worship one God, but that they have no love of God in their
hearts."

As the figure moved, it became less distinct. Margaret said: "Is that
all I am to tell him? Are you going away?" She felt distressed; she
knew not why.

"I will return. Give him my message."

"That he is to continue your work in Egypt?"

"That he is to teach my people the love and the goodness of Aton, that
his mercy is everlasting."

"Tell me, before you go, who is Aton?"

"You ask,