"What is that?" said Bartholomew in a whisper, pointing to the water. A
light had glanced on its surface, and as suddenly had it disappeared.
"Again!" Dee smiled as he looked upwards to a star just twinkling
through the cloud. Like some benignant spirit, as it alighted on the
dark bosom of the moat, the short sharp gust fluttering over, it seemed
to hover there for a while ere it departed.
Turning out of the path, they approached a thick yew-tree flanking one
corner of the garden.
"I think we may climb here, Master Dee, with little risk;--there seems a
fair gap beside its trunk."
They scrambled up a high bank, thrusting themselves, with some
difficulty, through the opening. The Doctor now, looking round, began to
recite his instructions:--"'_Nine with twice seven northerly, and_ ACER,
_shall disappear. The mystical number added to the number enfolding
itself. This shall be added to its own, towards the rising of the sun.
Then turn half-round, and note well thy right foot;--what thou seest
gather, and it shall lead thee on to perfection_.' Good; but from what
point shall we begin to count?" said the divine, in great perplexity.
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