The eyes of the Player looked down upon their passionate delight
with careless kindness.

Dim images passed through my mind. Orpheus - No, this was no
Greek. Pan-yet again, No. Where were the pipes, the goat hoofs?
The young Dionysos - No, there were strange jewels instead of his
vines. And then Vanna's voice said as if from a great distance;

"Krishna - the Beloved." And I said aloud, "I see!" And even as I
said it the whole picture blurred together like a dream, and I
was alone in the pavilion and the water was foaming past me. Had
I walked in my sleep, I thought, as I made my way hack? As I
gained the garden gate, before me, like a snowflake, I saw the
Ninefold Flower.

When I told her next day, speaking of it as a dream, she said
simply; "They have opened the door to you. You will not need me
soon.

"I shall always need you. You have taught me everything. I could
see nothing last night until you took my hand."

"I was not there," she said smiling. "It was only the thought of
me, and you can have that when I am very far away. I was sleeping
in my tent. What you called in me then you can always call, even
if I am - dead."

"That is a word which is beginning to have no meaning for me. You
have said things to me - no, thought them, that have made me
doubt if there is room in the universe for the thing we have