my yearning lips when it was dashed aside by a treacherous hand.
Well might the crownless Bhoolmakar laugh in whatever damnable retreat
he had retired to! His revenge was complete.

Oh, the pity of it! The young, the adorable, the divine soul who was
just about to remount her throne to receive a purer adoration from her
people; she who was to be queen of Atvatabar, slain treacherously,
within sight of the Bormidophia, wherein she had so long been
worshipped.

It was impossible for me to remain longer on the field of battle. I
wanted to fling myself on that once happy form and kiss her death-cold
lips!

I left Coltonobory and his surrendered army in the hands of the
supreme general Hushnoly, and started at once for Egyplosis. As my
wings devoured the leagues of air I thought, was this the climax for
which I fought? I flew along with none to share my torture. My heart
was rent wide open, and in my agony I rolled upon the air as I flew,
for brain and soul seemed an ocean of fire.

I arrived at Egyplosis full of anguish. With quivering lips and
burning tears I staggered into the portal that led to the subterranean
palace where I knew my loved one was laid. I silently entered the
magnificent abode of the sorcerer, horror-stricken with despair.

Suddenly, beyond the labyrinth I heard a golden sound, the sound of
that blessed bell that once before rolled its waves of delight over my
spirit. I stood leaning against a pillar, dissolved in its bewitching
moans, luxuriating in the Agapamone of music breathed from the
delirious bronze. I heard wafted from the mysterious temple the
refrain of thousands of voices chanting a ritual of love and peace.
The multitudinous sound seemed so soft and so thrilling, so powerful
and so holy, that I was eager to know if such burden of love was the
sorrowing passion of the twin-souls in honor of their dead goddess.

I saw through the open doors of the temple a moving throng of
twin-souls, swaying in masses hither and thither, with naked feet on
the aquelium floor. On every forehead burned an electric star, giving
a spectral flush to the scene. That was the singing multitude I had
heard, the hierophants of the holy soul.

As my eyes grew accustomed to the objects before me, I saw the
interior of the temple, on whose sculptured walls and roof roses woven
of smouldering electric fires revealed their burning bloom. Wires of
platinum, terrelium, and aquelium had been woven into a filagree of
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