In accordance with my uncle's wish, which he had made known
to Rayel, we buried him the day following his death in the
sunny courtyard where he had spent the last days of his
life. The funeral arrangements were made as simple as
possible, so as to exclude all except the functionaries
whose presence was absolutely necessary. A rector of the
Church of England read the service for the dead before the
body was borne to its grave by the undertaker. When this
brief ceremony was over, and the great gates were closed
again upon our seclusion, Rayel said to me:

"I must talk more with you now, if you will let me. He said
you would help me after he was gone."

It seemed idle to assure him, who already knew my heart, of
the happiness it would give me to fulfill the pledge of
friendship made to my uncle.

"Do you expect to see him again?" I asked.

After a moment of the most serious reflection, he said:

"Oh, yes, I shall see him again--when I die, then I shall
see him. He has gone to the Great Father, who gives life,
and who takes it away."

I found that Rayel, although entirely ignorant of the creeds
and dogmas prevailing among men, was profoundly religious,
and that his simple faith was built upon the deepest
foundations. He evidently gave much thought to the