Impelled by an irresistible impulse coming from whence he knew not, he clasped them in his, and said, apparently by no volition of his own, in the Ancient Tongue: "Ma-Rim[=o]n greets Nitocris, the Queen! What hath he done that he should be once more so highly honoured ?" At that moment a carriage came by along the road quite close to them.
Two of its occupants were looking straight towards them.

They passed without taking the slightest notice, as they must have done had they seen such a marvellous figure as that of the Queen.

And then he remembered that, unless she willed it, no one in the world of N3 could see her, since it was for her, as it was for him now, to make herself visible or invisible as she chose to pass on to or beyond the lower Plane of Existence.

These things were quickly becoming more plain to his comprehension, although, as will be readily understood, it was not a lesson to be learnt very easily.
"Welcome, Ma-Rim[=o]n," replied the Queen, in a voice which filled him with many distant and strange memories, "but let there be no talk between us of honour, for in this state there is neither honour nor dishonour, neither ruler nor subject, neither good nor evil, since all these are absorbed in the Perfect Knowledge.

Yet it is the will of the High Gods that I should help thee and guide thee in that new world whose threshold thou hast so lately crossed.