You can return the way you came, quite freely." "May I not come down and see your city ?" "No." "Why ?" "Because you are not one of us." The Voice hesitated.

"And because you are not alone." Morgana glanced at the prostrate and unconscious forms of Rivardi and Gaspard with a touch of pity.
"My companions are half dead!" she said.
"But not wholly!" was the prompt reply.
"Is it that force you speak of--the force which guards your city--that has struck them down ?" she asked.
"Yes." "Then why was I not also struck down ?" "Because you are what you are!" Then--after a silence--"You are Morgana!" At this every nerve in her body started quivering like harp strings pulled by testing fingers.

The unseen speaker knew her name!--and uttered it with a soft delicacy that made it sound more than musical.
She leaned forward, extending a hand as though to touch the invisible.
"How do you know me ?" she asked.
"As we all know you,"-- came the answer--"Even as YOU have known the inside of a sun-ray!" She listened, amazed--utterly mystified.

Whoever or whatever it was that spoke knew not only her name, but the trend of her earliest studies and theories.

The "inside of a sun-ray"! This was what she had only the other day explained to Father Aloysius as being her first experience of real happiness! She tried to set her thoughts in order--to realise her position.