And He who is veiled replied;

"In this sacred City no pain may disturb the air, therefore you
must wait outside in the chill and the dark. Think better,
Princess! Also, he must pass through many rebirths, because he
beheld the face of Beauty unveiled and knew her not. And when he
comes he will be weary and weak as a new-born child, and no more
a great King." And the Princess smiled;

"Then he will need me the more," she said; "I will wait and kiss
the feet of my King."

And the Lord of Death was silent. So she went outside into the
darkness of the spaces, and the souls free passed her like homing
doves, and she sat with her hands clasped over the sore wound in
her heart, watching the earthward way. And the Princess is
keeping still the day of her long patience."

The voice ceased. And there was a great silence, and the
listening faces drew nearer.

Then the Dweller in the Heights spoke in a voice soft as the
falling of snow in the quiet of frost and moon. I could have wept
myself blind with joy to hear that music. More I dare not say.

"He is in the Lower State of Perception. He sorrows for his loss.
Let him have one instant's light that still he may hope."

She bowed above the man, gazing upon him as a mother might upon
her sleeping child. The dead eyelids stirred, lifted, a faint