Soft shall we lie, my love, and easy shall we go.
Crowned shall we be with the diadem of Kings.
Worshipping and wonderstruck all peoples of the world, Blinded, shall fall before our beauty and our might.
From time unto times shall our greatness thunder on, Rolling like a chariot through the dust of endless days.
Laughing shall we speed in our victory and pomp, Laughing like the Daylight as he leaps along the hills.
Onward, still triumphant to a triumph ever new!
Onward, in our power to a power unattained!
Onward, never weary, clad with splendor for a robe!
Till accomplished be our late, and the night is rushing down."_i_ She _i_ paused in her strange and most thrilling allegorical chant, of which I am, unfortunately, only able to give the burden, and that feebly enough, and then said, "Perchance thou dost not believe my word, Kallikratesperchance thou thinkest that I do delude thee, and that I have not lived these many years, and that thou hast not been born again to me.Nay, look not soput away that pale cast of doubt, for oh, be sure herein can error find no foothold! Sooner shall the suns forget their course and the swallow miss her nest, than my soul shall swear a lie and be led astray from thee, Kallikrates.Blind me, take away mine eyes, and let the darkness utterly fence me in, and still mine ears would catch the tone of thine unforgotten voice, striking more loud against the portals of my sense than can the call of brazen-throated clarionsstop up mine hearing also, and let a thousand touch me on the brow, and I would name thee out of allyea, rob me of every sense, and see me stand deaf and blind and dumb, and with nerves that cannot weigh the value of a touch, yet would my spirit leap within me like a quickening child and cry unto my heart, behold Kallikrates! behold, thou watcher, the watches of thy night are ended! behold, thou who seekest in the night season, thy morning Star ariseth."_i_ She _i_ paused awhile and then continued, "But stay, if thy heart is yet hardened against the mighty truth and thou dost require a further pledge of that which thou dost find too deep to understand, even: now shall it be given to thee, and to thee also, O my Holly.Bear each one of you a lamp, and follow after me whither I shall lead you."Without stopping to thinkindeed, speaking for myself, I had almost abandoned the function in circumstances under which to think seemed to be absolutely useless, since thought fell, hourly, helpless against a black wall of wonderwe took the lamps and followed her.Going to the end of her "boudoir," she raised a curtain and revealed a little stair of the sort that was so common in these dim caves of Ko^r.As we hurried down the stair I observed that the steps were worn in the centre to such an extent that some of them had been reduced from seven and a half inches, at which I guessed their original height, to about three and a halt.Now, all the other steps that I had seen in the caves had been practically unworn, as was to be expected, seeing that the only traffic which ever passed upon them was that of those who bore a fresh burden to the tomb.
Therefore this fact struck my notice with that curious force with which little things do strike us when our minds are absolutely overwhelmed by a sudden rush of powerful sensations; beaten flat, as it were, like a sea beneath the first burst of a hurricane, so that every little object on the surface starts into an unnatural prominence.
At the bottom of the staircase I stood and stared at the worn steps, and Ayesha, turning, saw me.
"Wonders thou whose are the feet that have worn away the rock, my Holly?" she asked."They are mineeven mine own light feet! I can remember when these stairs were fresh and level, but for two thousand years and more have I gone down hither day by day, and see, my sandals have worn out the solid rock!"I made no answer, but I do not think that anything that I had heard or seen brought home to my limited understanding so clear a sense of this being's overwhelming antiquity as that hard rock hollowed out by her soft, white feet.How many millions of times must she have passed up and down that stair to bring about such a result?
The stair led to a tunnel, and a few paces down the tunnel was one of the usual curtain-hung doorways, a glance at which told me that it was the same where Ihad been a witness of that terrible scene by the leaping flame.I recognized the pattern of the curtain, and the sight of it brought the whole event vividly before my eyes, and made me tremble even at its memory.Ayesha entered the tomb (for it was a tomb), and we followed herI, for one, rejoicing that the mystery of the place was about to be cleared up, and yet afraid to face its solution.
