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 and as Theos treads the Field of Ardath, which had appeared, when first his eyes rested upon it, a dreary and desolate place, he finds the turf covered with white blossoms, star-shaped and glossy-leaved, with deep golden centres, wherein bright drops of dew sparkled like brilliants, and whence puffs of perfume rose like incense swung at unseen altars. And here he finds, moving sedately along through the snow-white blossoms, a graceful girl. He no longer has eyes for the flower-transfiguration of the lately barren land. "My name is Edris; I came from a far, far country, Theos,—a land where no love is wasted and no promise forgotten!" she tells him. More than that, she adds that she has waited and prayed for him through long bright æons of endless glory, and he recognizes in Edris at last the angel of his vision. She upbraids him for his doubts and unhappiness, speaks slightingly of fame as a perishable diadem; and crying "O fair King Christ, Thou shalt prevail!" she leaves him, and as she goes Theos is told "prayers are heard, and God's great patience never tires;—learn therefore from the perils of the past, the perils of the future." Alwyn, falling senseless, drifts into the dream wherein he is to learn the story of his new self.

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