temple as they pass for fear they miss the End, or striving onwards on
the road, and see nothing in the dust, till they can walk no longer and
are taken worn and weary of their journey into some other temple by a
kindly priest who shall tell them that this also is the End. Neither on
that road may a man gain any guiding from his fellows, for only one
thing that they say is surely true, when they say:

"Friend, we can see nothing for the dust."

And of the dust that hides the way much has been there since ever that
road began, and some is stirred up by the feet of all that travel upon
it, and more arises from the temple doors.

And, O King, it were better for thee, travelling upon that road, to
rest when thou hearest one calling: "This is the End," with the sounds
of music behind him. And if in the dust and darkness thou pass by Lo
and Mush and the pleasant temple of Kynash, or Sheenath with his opal
smile, or Sho with his eyes of agate, yet Shilo and Mynarthitep, Gazo
and Amurund and Slig are still before thee and the priests of their
temples will not forget to call thee.

And, O King, it is told that only one discerned the end and passed by
three thousand temples, and the priests of the last were like the
priests of the first, and all said that their temple was at the end of
the road, and the dark of the dust lay over them all, and all were very
pleasant and only the road was weary. And in some were many gods, and
in a few only one, and in some the shrine was empty, and all had many
priests, and in all the travellers were happy as they rested. And into
some his fellow travellers tried to force him, and when he said: