welcome. And believe me, our doctrines

are not heathen. Here all religions are

welcomed, and all honoured equally.33

"Then they shouldn't be," said the

staunch daughter of the late Reverend

Thomas Camaby.

Leaning back in his chair, the Master

murmured in his rich voice: "In my

Father's House are many mansions. . . .

Remember that. Miss Camaby."

As they left the presence. Miss Camaby

murmured to her friend: "He really is a

very handsome man."

"Yes," said Emmeline Clegg. "And so

wonderfully spiritual."

Miss Camaby agreed. It was true—

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she had felt it --an aura of unworldliness

--of spirituality. . . .

She took a grip upon herself. She was

not here to fall a prey to the fascination, spiritual or otherwise, of the Great Shepherd. She conjured up a vision of Hercule

Poirot. He seemed very far away, and

curiously mundane. . . .

"Amy," said Miss Carnaby to herself. "Take a grip upon yourself. Remember what you are here for. ..."

But as the days went on, she found herself

surrendering only too easily to the spell

of Green Hills. The peace, the simplicity, the delicious though simple food, the beauty of the services with their chants of

Love and Worship, the simple moving

words of the Master, appealing to all that

was best and highest in humanity --here

all the strife and ugliness of the world was

shut out. Here was only Peace and Love....

And tonight was the great summer

Festival, the Festival of the Full Pasture.

And at it, she, Amy Carnaby, was to become

initiated--to become one of the

Flock.

The Festival took place in the white, glittering, concrete building, called by the 368

Initiates the Sacred Fold. Here the devotees

assembled just before the setting of

the sun. They wore sheepskin cloaks and

had sandals on their feet. Their arms were

bare. In the centre of the Fold on a raised

platform stood Dr. Andersen. The big

man, golden-haired and blue-eyed, with

his fair beard and his handsome profile had

never seemed more compelling. He was

dressed in a green robe and carried a

shepherd's crook of gold.

He raised this aloft and a deathly silence

fell on the assembly. "Where are my sheep ?" The answer came from the crowd. "We are here, 0

Shepherd." "Lift up your hearts with joy and

thanksgiving. This is the Feast of Joy." "The Feast of Joy and we are joyful."

"There shall be no more sorrow for you, no more pain. All is joy!" "All is joy... ." "How many heads has the Shepherd ?" "Three heads, a head of gold, a head of silver, a head of sounding brass."

"How many bodies have the Sheep ?" "Three bodies, a body of flesh, a body of corruption, and a body of light.n

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"How shall you be sealed in the Flock ?"

"By the Sacrament of Blood."

"Are you prepared for that Sacrament?"

"We are."

"Bind your eyes and hold forth your

right arm.33