"My old friend told me the most extraordinary things. He had seen visions."
Their eyes met. Meg"s held a question; they asked: "Had they any connection with my vision?"
"Yes," Michael said to her unspoken question. "He saw me on a long desert journey. I was often surrounded by a wonderful light--a light which, he said, had come from one of G.o.d"s messengers, who was never far from me. He said he saw the messenger of G.o.d always in the midst of a great light, like the light of the sun, that he resembled no mortal he had ever seen, or any king he had ever been shown in his dreams."
Meg drew in her breath nervously. "Had he ever heard of Akhnaton, Mike?"
"No, never. He is quite unread, totally unlearned and ignorant of all except the teachings of the Koran."
Margaret"s quick breathing showed her excitement. Michael, too, became nervous.
"He saw me always in the light of this great messenger, a light, he said, which surrounded his figure with rays like the rays of the sun."
"Just as I saw him," Meg said. "How strange! How wonderful!"
"He spoke of trials and temptations and, strangest of all, of much gold. He saw the treasure very clearly and repeatedly--much fine gold, he was certain of that."
"How are you to discover it?" Meg spoke dubiously. Her practical mind was fighting against the absurdity of the thing.
"He could not tell me. In the desert I was to be led by a little child--you know what that means?"
"Yes, a simple, a child of G.o.d."
They paused.
"Now the odd thing is," Michael said thoughtfully, "that when I went to see Michael Ireton, he strongly advised me to go and find myself, as he expressed it, in the desert. He said, "Cut yourself off from your friends, from opposing influences, and think things out. Go where you are called.""
"He meant Freddy"s opposing influence?"
"I suppose so. Freddy"s character is stronger than mine, and we have opposite views."
"Are you going?" Meg"s voice betrayed a new anxiety and sadness.
"I meant to." His eyes spoke of his new reluctance. "That was why I had no right to speak--I really wanted to go."
"This must make no difference--it must help you."
"But I shall want to be with you--it"s hard to go."
"If you stayed, you would be restless, dissatisfied."
"I know." He laughed. "I want both to "walk on my head," Meg, and stand firmly on my two legs--my legs are for a home for you."
"And your head?"
"Oh," he said, "for anything that is upside down to what it is now, for the total destruction of obsolete and effete monuments, for exchanging new principles for those that are worn out with age, for showing that fundamental truths are not made by empire-builders, that the world is G.o.d"s Kingdom, not man"s, that G.o.d is the only monarch whose throne is not tottering."
"Yes," Meg said. "I suppose destruction must come before the building up, your task of pulling down, of clearing out the corner-stones, of cleansing the temple."
"I know," Michael said. "It"s the way with "cranks." We all of us jaw about destroying and offer no new plans for reconstruction." He paused. "But it"s rather like the problem of cleaning out a too-full house--you can"t really get rid of the dust unless you first of all clear the whole thing out, empty it."
"You want to abolish so much, Mike."
"All the rubbish," he said. "All the hindrances. I want to let in light."
"Beginning with kings," Meg said, tantalizingly. The voice was Freddy"s.
"I"ve no rooted objection to kings, as human mortals," he said. "I suppose half the monarchs in Europe, and certainly our own included, are very good men, very anxious for their kingdom"s prosperity, if not for their people"s development. It"s the condition of affairs which tolerates such an obsolete form of government. If the king is merely a picturesque figure-head, like the carved heads of Venus on a vessel"s prow, I"d have no objection, but a despotic and vain peac.o.c.k like the Kaiser, who turns his subjects into military instruments, in my opinion wants destroying along with the other rubbish."
"But to go back," Meg said, "to your old friend in el-Azhar--do tell me more about him."
"He"s a splendid old warrior," Michael said tenderly. "When you think of what he"s achieved, isn"t he wonderful? I wish you could see him."
"The force of will-power, of concentration," Meg said. "I suppose he has never thought of anything else all his life, but this one dream of el-Azhar."
"That"s it," Mike said. "But what gives these Moslems that wonderful power of mind-control?" Mike paused. "Now, here am I," he said. "I came out with you to-night meaning to tell you that I was going away."
"Oh," Meg said. "Not yet--not until the tomb is opened? Surely not?"
"No, not until the tomb is opened--I had no intention of that."
She sighed. "That would be too awful."
Michael kissed her. "How nice of you!" he said. "You really wanted me?"
"Of course! I have visualized the opening of the tomb--you and I crawling down the "dig," with Freddy waiting at the foot to show us his treasures. You couldn"t have gone!"
"No," he said, "I couldn"t. But I wanted to tell you that I was going soon after. I was going for reasons that only my own heart understood.
And then what did I do? I told you that I loved you! I forgot everything but you, dearest. Before I knew it, I had spoken of what it might have been wiser to keep hidden away in my heart, with all my other mad dreams."
"But why, Mike? I should have been so very unhappy, so wretched. As it is, I am just bursting with happiness. I wouldn"t change anything for worlds--not one tiny thing!"
"If you are contented," he said, "and understand, then it may not have been unwise, untrue to Freddy"s trust in me."
"Oh," Meg said, "you dear, why, Freddy adores the very ground you walk on! He chaffs you, but he simply thinks no end of you."
"He doesn"t want a drifter for a brother-in-law, if he"s any common sense in his head. I"m the last husband he"d choose for his sister."
"But, Mike, how can you?"
"Yes, Meg, there are times when I don"t "walk on my head," when I see with Freddy"s sane eyes. It"s what he"d call d.a.m.ned cheek of me to speak of love to you."
"I"d have called it horrid if you hadn"t."
"You delicious Meg, would you really?"
"Yes, I would, horrid and cruel. I"d have imagined you really cared for . . ." she paused and then went on tenderly, ". . . no, I won"t say it, Mike."