calm. It seemed that the very Gods drew nearer. Again the man
essayed speech, the body dead, life only in the words that none
could hear. The voice went on.)

But the Princess flying wearily because of the sore wound in her
heart, came at last to the City under the Sunset, where the Lord
of Death rules in the House of Quiet, and was there received with
royal honours for in that land are no disguises. And she knelt
before the Secret One and in a voice broken with agony entreated
him to heal her. And with veiled and pitying eyes he looked upon
her, for many and grievous as are the wounds he has healed this
was more grievous still. And he said;

"Princess, I cannot, But this I can do - I can give a new heart
in a new birth - happy and careless as the heart of a child. Take
this escape from the anguish you endure and be at peace."

But the Princess, white with pain, asked only;

"In this new heart and birth, is there room for the King?"

And the Lord of Peace replied;

"None. He too will be forgotten."

Then she rose to her feet.

"I will endure and when he comes I will serve him once more. If
he will he shall heal me, and if not I will endure for ever."