The mark . ight, and then goes out in blood andsmoke. Mahommed stood now in the little alcove with thecurtains dropped behind him, gazing into the glass,but with his thoughts far away in beautiful Nepaulwhere also his own hope lay. The crystal waspulsing slowly, growing opaque and milky, and thenclearing till you could see right through to its while the old man stood thus abstractedly,the glass grew suddenly troubled and a little globuleof light shot up, and again, after a moment, another. Of the first Mahommed seemed barely conscious,but the second brought him to an attitude of qui
The mark . ight, and then goes out in blood andsmoke. Mahommed stood now in the little alcove with thecurtains dropped behind him, gazing into the glass,but with his thoughts far away in beautiful Nepaulwhere also his own hope lay. The crystal waspulsing slowly, growing opaque and milky, and thenclearing till you could see right through to its while the old man stood thus abstractedly,the glass grew suddenly troubled and a little globuleof light shot up, and again, after a moment, another. Of the first Mahommed seemed barely conscious,but the second brought him to an attitude of quickattention. He leaned forward with flashing eyes,waiting, watching. The crystal was working; therewas a message in the air ! With his eyes still fixedon that little troubled nimbus, he raised his armsslowly, and their majestic sweep as he moved them Digitized by Microsoft® With his eyes still fixed on that little troubled nimbus,he raised his arms slowly . Digitized by Microsoft® Digitized by Microsoft®. Digitized by Microsoft® Digitized by Microsoft® THE MARK 93 in curious mystic figures seemed to clear the path-way of Fate and bid her hurry on. And then suddenly a third globule rose up throughthe glass and burst into a brilliant light that madethe crystal glow and sparkle like a living thing. Mahommeds arms now paused motionless, up-lifted toward the East, and his voice broke out in ahoarse whisper: Is it thou, Zebrastar? And when he had spoken his arms dropped tohis side and his whole face and figure became relaxedin expectant attention as he waited the stood so for perhaps half a minute, motionlessin the shadow, his garments looming ghostly fan-tastic from the crystals phosphorescent then there went a sudden shiver through thetapestries—as though a wind had lifted them—and awhisper fell low but distinct: It is I. Then quickly Mahommed questioned, Whereart thou, Zebrastar? In the Perwan Temple, Pashupati, came therustling whisper, and then: Bewa
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