longer. You should go on. In three days it will be possible."

"But how have you learnt - a girl and young?"

"Through a close union with Nature - that is one of the three
roads. But I know little as yet. Now take my hand and come.

"One last question. Is this house ruined and abject as I have
seen it in the daylight, or royal and the house of Gods as we see
it now? Which is truth?"

"In the day you saw it in the empty illusion of blind thought.
Tonight, eternally lovely as in the thought of the man who made
it. Nothing that is beautiful is lost, though in the sight of the
unwise it seems to die. Death is in the eyes we look through -
when they are cleansed we see Life only. Now take my hand and
come. Delay no more."

She caught my hand and we entered the dim magnificence of the
great hall. The moon entered with us.

Instantly I had the feeling of supernatural presence. Yet I only
write this in deference to common use, for it was absolutely
natural - more so than any I have met in the state called daily
life. It was a thing in which I had a part, and if this was
supernatural so also was I.

Again I saw the Dark One, the Beloved, the young Krishna, above
the women who loved him. He motioned with his hand as we passed,
as though he waved us smiling on our way. Again the dancers moved