She looked once more through her cabin window at the city spread out below, and saw that some of the lights were being extinguished in the taller buildings and on the bridges which connected streets and avenues in a network of architectural beauty.
The Voice spoke again-- "We are releasing you from the barrier.

You are free to depart." She sighed.
"I have no wish to go!" she said.
"You must!" The Voice became commanding.

"If you stay now, you and your companions are doomed to perish.

There is no alternative.

Be satisfied that we know you--we watch you--we shall expect you sooner or later.
Meanwhile--guide your ship!--the way is open." Quickly she sprang to the steering-gear--she felt the "White Eagle" moving, and lifting its vast wings for flight.
"Farewell!" she cried, with a sense of tears in her throat--"Farewell!" "Not farewell!" came the reply, spoken softly and with tenderness--"We shall meet again soon! I will speak to you in Sicily!" "In Sicily!" she exclaimed, joyfully--"You will speak to me there ?" "There and everywhere!" answered the Voice--"The Sound Ray knows no distance.