no more!

Shuddering with a vague dread, he asked himself the next question,
... FROM WHENCE HAD HE COME? The reply was direct and decisive--
FROM ARDATH.

But what was ARDATH? It was neither a country nor a city--it was a
"waste field," where he had seen. ... ah! WHOM had he seen? He
struggled furiously with himself for some response to this, ...
none came! Total dumb blankness was the sole result of the inward
rack to which he subjected his thoughts!

And where had he been before he ever saw Ardath? ... had he NO
recollection of any other place, any other surroundings?--
ABSOLUTELY NONE!--torture his wits as he would,--ABSOLUTELY NONE!
... This was frightful ... incredible! ... Surely, surely, he
mused piteously, there must have been something in his life before
the name of "Ardath" had swamped his intelligence! ...

He lifted his head, ... his face had grown ashen gray and rigid in
the deep extremity of his speechless trouble and terror,--there
was a sick faintness at his heart, and rising, he moved unsteadily
to one of the great fountains, and there dipping his hands in the
spray, he dashed some drops on his brow and eyes. Then, making a
cup of the hollowed palms, he drank thirstily several draughts of
the cool, sweet water,--it seemed to allay the fever in his blood.
...

He looked around him with a wild, vague smile,--Al-Kyris! ... of
course! ... he was in Al-Kyris!--why was he so distressed about