"For this reason, Humphrey. All men are the same. They have the
same organs, the same instincts, the same desires, which in

essence are but two, food and rebirth that Nature commands;
though it is true that millions of years before I was born, as I

have learned from the records of the Sons of Wisdom, it was said
that they were half ape. Yet being the same there is between them

a whole sea of difference, since some have knowledge and others
none, or little. Those who have none or little, among whom you

must be numbered, are Barbarians. Those who have much, among whom
my daughter and I are the sole survivors, are the Instructed."

"There are nearly two thousand millions of living people in
this world," I said, "and you name all of them Barbarians?"

"All, Humphrey, excepting, of course, myself and my daughter
who are not known to be alive. You think that you have learned

much, whereas in truth you are most ignorant. The commonest of
the outer nations, when I destroyed them, knew more than your

wisest know today."
"You are mistaken, Oro; since then we have learned something of

the soul."
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "that interests me and perhaps it is true.

Also, if true it is very important, as I have told you before--or
was it Bastin? If a man has a soul, he lives, whereas even we

Sons of Wisdom die, and in Death what is the use of Wisdom?
Because you can believe, you have souls and are therefore,

perhaps, heirs to life, foolish and ignorant as you are today.
Therefore I admit you and Bastin to be my equals, though Bickley,

who like myself believes nothing, is but a common chemist and
doctor of disease."

"Then you bow to Faith, Oro?"
"Yes, and I think that my god Fate also bows to Faith. Perhaps,

indeed, Faith shapes Fate, not Fate. Faith. But whence comes that
faith which even I with all my learning cannot command? Why is it

denied to me and given to you and Bastin?"
"Because as Bastin would tell you, it is a gift, though one

that is never granted to the proud and self-sufficient. Become
humble as a child, Oro, and perchance you too may acquire faith."

"And how shall I become humble?"
"By putting away all dreams of power and its exercise, if such

you have, and in repentance walking quietly to the Gates of
Death," I replied.

"For you, Humphrey, who have little or none of these things,
that may be easy. But for me who have much, if not all, it is

otherwise. You ask me to abandon the certain for the uncertain,
the known for the unknown, and from a half-god communing with the

stars, to become an earthworm crawling in mud and lifting blind
eyes towards the darkness of everlasting night."

"A god who must die is no god, half or whole, Oro; the
earthworm that lives on is greater than he."

"Mayhap. Yet while I endure I will be as a god, so that when
night comes, if come it must, I shall have played my part and

left my mark upon this little world of ours. Have done!" he added
with a burst of impatience. "What will you of my daughter?"

"What man has always willed of woman--herself, body and soul."
"Her soul perchance is yours, if she has one, but her body is

mine to give or withhold. Yet it can be bought at a price," he
added slowly.

"So she told me, Oro."
"I can guess what she told you. Did I not watch you yonder by

the lake when you gave her a ring graved with the signs of Life
and Everlastingness? The question is, will you pay the price?"

"Not so; the question is--what is the price?"
"This; to enter my service and henceforth do my will--without

debate or cavil."
"For what reward, Oro?"

"Yva and the dominion of the earth while you shall live,
neither more nor less."

"And what is your will?"
"That you shall learn in due course. On the second night from

this I command the three of you to wait upon me at sundown in the
buried halls of Nyo. Till then you see no more of Yva, for I do

not trust her. She, too, has powers, though as yet she does not
use them, and perchance she would forget her oaths, and following

some new star of love, for a little while vanish with you out of
my reach. Be in the sepulchre at the hour of sundown on the

second day from this, all three of you, if you would continue to
live upon the earth. Afterwards you shall learn my will and make

your choice between Yva with majesty and her loss with death."
Then suddenly he was gone.

Next morning I told the others what had passed, and we talked
the matter over. The trouble was, of course, that Bickley did not

believe me. He had no faith in my alleged interviews with Oro,
which he set down to delusions of a semi-mesmeric character. This

was not strange, since it appeared that on the previous night he
had watched the door of my sleeping-place until dawn broke, which

it did long after Oro had departed, and he had not seen him
either come or go, although the moon was shining brightly.

When he told me this I could only answer that all the same he
had been there as, if he could speak, Tommy would have been able

to certify. As it chanced the dog was sleeping with me and at the
first sound of the approach of someone, woke up and growled. Then

recognising Oro, he went to him, wagged his tail and curled
himself up at his feet.

Bastin believed my story readily enough, saying that Oro was a
peculiar person who no doubt had ways of coming and going which

we did not understand. His point was, however, that he did not in
the least wish to visit Nyo any more. The wonders of its

underground palaces and temples had no charms for him. Also he
did not think he could do any good by going, since after "sucking

him as dry as an orange" with reference to religious matters
"that old vampire-bat Oro had just thrown him away like the

rind," and, he might add, "seemed no better for the juice he had
absorbed."

"I doubt," continued Bastin, "whether St. Paul himself could
have converted Oro, even if he performed miracles before him.

What is the use of showing miracles to a man who could always
work a bigger one himself?"

In short, Bastin's one idea, and Bickley's also for the matter
of that, was to get away to the main island and thence escape by

means of the boat, or in some other fashion.
I pointed out that Oro had said we must obey at the peril of

our lives; indeed that he had put it even more strongly, using
words to the effect that if we did not he would kill us.

"I'd take the risk," said Bickley, "since I believe that
you dreamt it all, Arbuthnot. However, putting that

aside, there is a natural reason why you should wish to
go, and for my own part, so do I in a way. I want to see

what that old fellow has up his extremely long sleeve, if
there is anything there at all."

"Well, if you ask me, Bickley," I answered, "I believe it is
the destruction of half the earth, or some little matter of that

sort."
At this suggestion Bickley only snorted, but Bastin said

cheerfully:
"I dare say. He is bad enough even for that. But as I am quite

convinced that it will never be allowed, his intentions do not
trouble me."

I remarked that he seemed to have carried them out once before.