imaginings. For our own needs we do not take the trouble to materialize these peoples of our brain, yet they are apparent to us.
"Even now I see great throngs lining the avenue, hastening to and fro in the round of their duties. I see women and children laughing on the balconies—these we are forbidden to materialize; but yet I see them—they are here. . . . . But why not?" he mused. "No longer need I fear Tario—he has done his worst, and failed. Why not indeed?
"Stay, friends," he continued. "Would you see Lothar in all her glory?"
Carthoris and Thuvia nodded their assent, more out of courtesy than because they fully grasped the import of his mutterings.
Jav gazed at them penetratingly for an instant, then, with a wave of his hand, cried: "Look!"
The sight that met them was awe-inspiring. Where before there had been naught but deserted pavements and scarlet swards, yawning windows and tenantless doors, now swarmed a countless multitude of happy, laughing people.
"It is the past," said Jav in a low voice. "They do not see us—they but live the old dead past of
