"Before you came here I had a message for you, and Stephen
Clifden will tell you the same thing when you meet. Believe it
for it is true. Remember always that the psychical is not the
mystical and that what we seek is not marvel but vision. These
two things are very far apart, so let the first with all its
dangers pass you by, for our way lies to the heights, and for us
there is only one danger - that of turning back and losing what
the whole world cannot give in exchange. I have never seen
Stephen Clifden but I know much of him. He is a safe guide - a
man who has had much and strange sorrow which has brought him joy
that cannot be told. He will take you to those who know the
things that you desire. I wish I might have gone too."

Something in the sweetness of her voice, its high passion, the
strong beauty of her presence woke a poignant longing in my
heart. I said;

"I cannot leave you. You are the only guide I can follow. Let us
search together - you always on before."

"Your way lies there," she pointed to the high mountains. "And
mine to the plains, and if we chose our own we should wander. But
we shall meet again in the way and time that will be best and
with knowledge so enlarged that what we have seen already will be
like an empty dream compared to daylight truth. If you knew what
waits for you you would not delay one moment."

She stood radiant beneath the deodars, a figure of Hope, pointing
steadily to the heights. I knew her words were true though as yet
I could not tell how. I knew that whereas we had seen the