Wonderful in beautiful though local forms there is a plane where
the Formless may be apprehended in clear dream and solemn
vision-the meeting of spirit with Spirit. What that revelation
would mean I could not guess - how should I? - but I knew the
illusion we call death and decay would wither before it. There is
a music above and beyond the Ninth Vibration though I must love
those words for ever for what their hidden meaning gave me.

I took her hand and held it. Strange - beyond all strangeness
that that story of an ancient sorrow should have made us what we
were to each other - should have opened to me the gates of that
Country where she wandered content. For the first time I had
realized in its fulness the loveliness of this crystal nature,
clear as flowing water to receive and transmit the light - itself
a prophecy and fulfilment of some higher race which will one day
inhabit our world when it has learnt the true values. She drew a
flower from her breast and gave it to me. It lies before me white
and living as I write these words.

I sprang down the road and mounted, giving the word to march. The
men shouted and strode on - our faces to the Shipki Pass and what
lay beyond.

We had parted.

Once, twice, I looked back, and standing in full sunlight, she
waved her hand.

We turned the angle of the rocks.