e!" she cried. "It was Aton--it seemed to be the name
of his God. He spoke of Aton as St. Francis spoke of Christ. Aton was
in the birds and fishes and flowers and in the cool streams."

Michael turned round and grasped Margaret's hand. He was trembling
with excitement; he could hide it no longer.

"It was Akhnaton! Oh, Meg, how wonderful! Tell me everything . . .
the spirit of Akhnaton!"

"But who was Akhnaton? I am in the dark. He said he was Aton's
messenger."

"First tell me all you can remember."

Margaret tried to recall everything that the Pharaoh had said to her.
His exact words she could not repeat, but their essence she contrived
to convey quite clearly to the listening Michael.

"Akhnaton," he kept murmuring. "It must be Akhnaton . . . a message to
me through you!"

One sentence she was able to repeat almost word for word. "Who are
those that draw us to the Kingdom of Heaven? The fowls of the air and
all the beasts that are under the earth and upon the earth, and fishes
in the sea, these are they which draw you, and the Kingdom of Heaven is
within you."

Michael had unconsciously drawn closer to her as she spoke. She heard
him say, with a sigh of intense satisfaction, "His very teachings,
Christ's own words!"

"Tell me as exactly as you can what he was like."

Margaret closed her eyes to bring back a picture of the vision, the
wonderful figure, luminous and bright.

"His sadness is what I remember most plainly. I had thought that all
the Pharaohs were proud, hard warrior kings, with no pity in their
hearts. This king's face spoke of the suffering of Christ, of a man of
sorrows and acquainted with grief. His sorrow seemed to be for
humanity, for our sins, not the sorrow of a man who had known only
personal unhappiness."

Michael said nothing; he was too deeply moved.

"As I told you," Margaret continued, "he had a very strangely-shaped
head, more curiously-shaped than I can describe--very long and sloping
upwards to the back. He wore a high head-dress which seemed too heavy
for his slender neck. Coming from behind it there were bright rays,
just like rays of the sun--I have never seen anything like them in any
picture . . . oh, it must have been a dream! It all sounds quite
absurd." Margaret's trembling voice belied her words.

"Akhnaton!" Michael cried excitedly. "Now there can be no doubt. Oh,
Meg!" He had unconsciously been using Freddy's pet-name for her, his
hand s