"That water is His tears. It flows hence down the hill, and washes all
the shores of earth."

Then as I stood silent, conning the eddies at my feet, for the first
time Harry took my hand.

"Learn this," he said. "There is no suffering in the world but
ultimately comes to be endured by God."

Saying this, he drew me from the spot; gently, very gently led me away;
but spoke again as we were about to pass into the shadow of the arch--

"Look once back: for a moment only."

I looked. The curtains of the imperial seat were still drawn close, but
in a flash I saw the tiers beside it, and around, and away up to the
sunlit crown of the amphitheatre, thronged with forms in white raiment.
And all these forms leaned forward and bowed their faces on their arms
and wept.

So we passed out beneath the archway. Grey Sultan stood outside, and as
I mounted him the gate clashed behind. . . .


IV

I turned as it clashed. And the gate was just the lodge-gate of
Sevenhays. And Grey Sultan was trampling the gravel of our own drive.
The morning sun slanted over the laurels on my right, and while I