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ble globe； and at least a hundred years of life with a decent cremation at the end of it assured to every eugenically born citizen。 No more。 But I have long ceased to regret that others use their own eyes whether clear or dim。 Better the merest glimmer of light perceived thus than the hearsay of the revelations of others。 And by the broken fragments of a bewildered hope a man shall eventually reach the goal and rejoice in that dawn where the morning stars sing together and the sons of God shout for joy。 It must come； for it is already here。
Brynhild walked with me through the long glades in the fresh thin air to the bridle road where my men and ponies waited； eager to be off。 We stood at last in the fringe of trees on a small height which commanded the way； … a high uplifted path cut along the shoulders of the hills and on the left the sheer drop of the valleys。 Perhaps seven or eight feet in width and dignified by the name of the Great Hindustan and Tibet Road it ran winding far away into Wonderland。 Looking down into the valleys； so far beneath that the solitudes seem to wall them in I thought of all the strange caravans which have taken this way with tinkle of bells and laughter now so long silenced； and as I looked I saw a lost little monastery in a giant crevice； solitary as a planet on the outermost ring of the system； and remembrance flashed into my mind and I said；
〃I have marching orders that have countermanded my own plans。 I am to journey to the Buddhist Monastery of Tashigong； and there meet a friend who will tell me what is necessary that I may travel to Yarkhand and beyond。 It will be long before I see Kashmir。〃
In those crystal clear eyes I saw a something new to me … a faint smile； half pitying； half sad；
〃Who told you； and where？〃
〃A girl in a strange place。 A woman who has twice guided me …〃
I broke off。 Her smile perplexed me。 I could not tell what to say。 She repeated in a soft undertone；
〃Great Lady； be pitiful to the blind eyes and give them light。〃
And instantly I knew。 0 blind … blind！ Was the unhappy King of the story duller of heart than I？ And shame possessed me。 Here was the chrysoberyl that all day hides its secret in deeps of lucid green but when the night comes flames with its fiery ecstasy of crimson to the moon； and I … I had been complacently considering whether I might not blunt my own spiritual instinct by companionship with her； while she had been my guide； as infinitely beyond me in insight as she was in all things beautiful。 I could have kissed her feet in my deep repentance。 True it is that the gateway of the high places is reverence and he who cannot bow his head shall receive no crown。 I saw that my long travel in search of knowledge would have been utterly vain if I had not learnt that lesson there and then。 In those moments of silence I learnt it once and for ever。
She stood by me breathing the liquid morning air； her face turned upon the eternal snows。 I caught her hand in a recognition that might have ended years of parting； and its warm youth vibrated in mine； the foretaste of all understanding； all unions； of love that asks nothing； that fears nothing； that has no petition to make。 She raised her eyes to mine and her tears were a rainbow of hope。 So we stood in silence that was more than any words； and the golden moments went by。 I knew her now for what she was； one of whom it might have been written；
〃I come from where night falls clearer Than your morning sun can rise； From an earth that to heaven draws nearer Than your visions of Paradise；… For the dreams that your dreamers dream We behold them with open eyes。〃
With open eyes！ Later I asked the nature of the strange bond that had called her to my side。
〃I do not understand that fully myself；〃 she said … 〃That is part of the knowledge we must wait for。 But you have the eyes that see； and that is a tie nothing can break。 I had waited long in the House of Beauty for you。 I guided you there。 But between you and me there is also love。〃
I stretched an eager hand but she repelled it gently； drawing back a little。 〃Not love of each other though we are friends and in the future may be infinitely more。 But … have you ever seen a drawing of Blake's … a young man stretching his arms to a white swan which flies from him on wings he cannot stay？ That is the story of both our lives。 We long to be joined in this life； here and now； to an unspeakable beauty and power whose true believers we are because we have seen and known。 There is no love so binding as the same purpose。 Perhaps that is the only true love。 And so we shall never be apart though we may never in this world be together again in what is called companionship。〃
〃We shall meet；〃 I said confidently。 She smiled and was silent。
〃Do we follow a will…o'…the wisp in parting？ Do we give up the substance for the shadow？ Shall I stay？〃
She laughed joyously；
〃We give a single rose for a rose…tree that bears seven times seven。 Daily I see more； and you are going where you will be instructed。 As you know my mother prefers for a time to have my cousin with her to help her with the book she means to write。 So I shall have time to myself。 What do you think I shall do？〃
〃Blow away on a great wind。 Ride on the crests of tossing waves。 Catch a star to light the fireflies！〃
She laughed like a bird's song。
〃Wrong … wrong！ I shall be a student。 All I know as yet has come to me by intuition； but there is Law as well as Love and I will learn。 I have drifted like a happy cloud before the wind。 Now I will learn to be the wind that blows the clouds。〃
I looked at her in astonishment。 If a flower had desired the same thing it could scarcely have seemed more incredible； for I had thought her whole life and nature instinctive not intellective。 She smiled as one who has a beloved secret to keep。
〃When you have gained what in this country they call The Knowledge of Regeneration； come back and ask me what I have learnt。〃
She would say no more of that and turned to another matter； speaking with earnestness；
〃Before you came here I had a message for you； and Stephen Clifden will tell you the same thing when you meet。 Believe it for it is true。 Remember always that the psychical is not the mystical and that what we seek is not marvel but vision。 These two things are very far apart； so let the first with all its dangers pass you by； for our way lies to the heights； and for us there is only one danger … that of turning back and losing what the whole world cannot give in exchange。 I have never seen Stephen Clifden but I know much of him。 He is a safe guide … a man who has had much and strange sorrow which has brought him joy that cannot be told。 He will take you to those who know the things that you desire。 I wish I might have gone too。〃
Something in the sweetness of her voice； its high passion； the strong beauty of her presence woke a poignant longing in my heart。 I said；
〃I cannot leave you。 You are the only guide I can follow。 Let us search together … you always on before。〃
〃Your way lies there；〃 she pointed to the high mountains。 〃And mine to the plains； and if we chose our own we should wander。 But we shall meet again in t