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Rh dreadful Words of Power, which even now, after so many ages, I dare not so much as shape in the halls of memory. I whispered them and returning to my company of kneeling worshippers, I motioned to them to unstop their ears and folding my arms upon my breast, I waited with downcast eyes.

Presently there was a stir in that sanctuary as of beating wings; a cold air blew upon us; then a voice spoke, the very voice of Noot my Master, Noot, the holy priest of priests. Said the voice:

''Fulfil! It is decreed. Fulfil and fear not!''

Ye have heard, I said.

We have heard, they answered.

Whose voice did ye hear? I asked.

The voice of Noot, the holy priest of priests who has gone from us, they answered.

Is it enough? I asked.

It is enough, they answered.

Then I departed rejoicing, who knew by this sign that Noot, who spoke with his human voice, still lived upon the earth, and that through him it had pleased Heaven to utter its decree.