'Nothing that is not good can pass beneath the double arch of my perfect Amulet,' said the voice. 'If both are willing, say the word of Power, and let the two souls become one for ever and ever more.'
'Shall I?' asked Jane.
'Yes.'
'Yes.'
The voices were those of the Egyptian Priest and the learned gentleman, and the voices were eager, alive, thrilled with hope and the desire of great things.
So Jane took the Amulet from Robert and held it up between the two men, and said, for the last time, the word of Power.
'Ur Hekau Setcheh.'
The perfect Amulet grew into a double arch; the two arches leaned to each other making a great A.
'A stands for Amen,' whispered Jane; 'what he was a priest of.'
'Hush!' breathed Anthea.
The great double arch glowed in and through the green light that had been there since the Name of Power had first been spoken--it glowed with a light more bright yet more soft than the other light--a glory and splendour and sweetness unspeakable. 'Come!' cried Rekh-mara, holding out his hands.
'Come!' cried the learned gentleman, and he also held out his hands.
Each moved forward under the glowing, glorious arch of the perfect Amulet.
Then Rekh-mara quavered and shook, and as steel is drawn to a magnet he was drawn, under the arch of magic, nearer and nearer to the learned gentleman. And, as one drop of water mingles with another, when the window-glass is rain-wrinkled, as one quick-silver bead is drawn to another quick-silver bead, Rekh-mara, Divine Father of the Temple of Amen-Ra, was drawn into, slipped into, disappeared into, and was one with Jimmy, the good, the beloved, the learned gentleman.
And suddenly it was good daylight and the December sun shone.
The fog has passed away like a dream.
The Amulet was there--little and complete in jane's hand, and there were the other children and the Psammead, and the learned gentleman. But Rekh-mara--or the body of Rekh-mara--was not there any more. As for his soul ...
'Oh, the horrid thing!' cried Robert, and put his foot on a centipede as long as your finger, that crawled and wriggled and squirmed at the learned gentleman's feet.
'THAT,' said the Psammead, 'WAS the evil in the soul of Rekh-mara.'
There was a deep silence.
'Then Rekh-mara's HIM now?' said Jane at last.
'All that was good in Rekh-mara,' said the Psammead.
'HE ought to have his heart's desire, too,' said Anthea, in a sort of stubborn gentleness.
'HIS heart's desire,' said the Psammead, 'is the perfect Amulet you hold in your hand. Yes--and has been ever since he first saw the broken half of it.'
'We've got ours,' said Anthea softly.
'Yes,' said the Psammead--its voice was crosser than they had ever heard it--'your parents are coming home. And what's to become of ME? I shall be found out, and made a show of, and degraded in every possible way. I KNOW they'll make me go into Parliament--hateful place--all mud and no sand. That beautiful Baalbec temple in the desert! Plenty of good sand there, and no politics! I wish I were there, safe in the Past--that I do.'
'I wish you were,' said the learned gentleman absently, yet polite as ever.
The Psammead swelled itself up, turned its long snail's eyes in one last lingering look at Anthea--a loving look, she always said, and thought--and--vanished.
'Well,' said Anthea, after a silence, 'I suppose it's happy. The only thing it ever did really care for was SAND.'
'My dear children,' said the learned gentleman, 'I must have fallen asleep. I've had the most extraordinary dream.'
'I hope it was a nice one,' said Cyril with courtesy.
'Yes.... I feel a new man after it. Absolutely a new man.'
There was a ring at the front-door bell. The opening of a door.
Voices.
'It's THEM!' cried Robert, and a thrill ran through four hearts.
'Here!' cried Anthea, snatching the Amulet from Jane and pressing it into the hand of the learned gentleman. 'Here--it's yours--your very own--a present from us, because you're Rekh-mara as well as ... I mean, because you're such a dear.'
She hugged him briefly but fervently, and the four swept down the stairs to the hall, where a cabman was bringing in boxes, and where, heavily disguised in travelling cloaks and wraps, was their hearts' desire--three-fold--Mother, Father, and The Lamb.
'Bless me!' said the learned gentleman, left alone, 'bless me!
What a treasure! The dear children! It must be their affection that has given me these luminous apercus. I seem to see so many things now--things I never saw before! The dear children! The dear, dear children!'
