hateful Scin-Laeca. The Shadow was dimmer in its light than when before
beheld, and the outline of the features was less distinct; still it was
the unmistakable lemur, or image, of Margrave.

And a voice was conveyed to my senses, saying, as from a great distance,
and in weary yet angry accents,

"You have summoned me? Wherefore?"

I overcame the startled shudder with which, at first, I beheld the Shadow
and heard the Voice.

"I summoned you not," said I; "I sought but to impose upon you my will,
that you should persecute, with your ghastly influences, me and mine no
more. And now, by whatever authority this wand bestows on me, I so abjure
and command you!"

I thought there was a sneer of disdain on the lip through which the answer
seemed to come,--

"Vain and ignorant, it is but a shadow you command. My body you have cast
into a sleep, and it knows not that the shadow is here; nor, when it
wakes, will the brain be aware of one reminiscence of the words that you
utter or the words that you hear."

"What, then, is this shadow that simulates the body? Is it that which in
popular language is called the soul?"

"It is not: soul is no shadow."