id not see, for her
whole soul said; "How long O my Sovereign Lord, how long before you know
the truth and we enter together into our Kingdom?"

As she sat she heard the King's step, and the colour stole up into her
face in a flush like the earliest sunrise. "He is coming," she said; and
again; "He loves me."

So he came beside the water, walking slowly. But the King was not alone.
His arm embraced the latest-come beauty from Samarkhand, and, with his
head bent, he whispered in her willing ear.

Then clasping her hands, the Princess drew a long sobbing breath, and he
turned and his eyes grew hard as blue steel.

"Go, slave," he cried. "What place have you in Kings' gardens? Go. Let
me see you no more."

(The man lying at the feet of the Dweller in the Heights, raised a heavy
arm and flung it above his head, despairing, and it fell again on the
cross of his torment. And the voice went on.)

And as he said this, her heart broke; and she went and her feet were
weary. So she took the wise book she loved and unrolled it until she
came to a certain passage, and this she read twice; "If the heart of
a slave be broken it may be mended with jewels and soft words, but the
heart of a Princess can be healed only by the King who broke it, or in
Yamapura, the City under the Sunset where they make all things new. Now,
Yama, the Lord of this City, is the Lord of Death." And having thus read
the Princess rolled the book and put it from her.

And next day, the King said to his women; "Send for her," for his heart
smote him and he desired to atone royally for the shame of his speech.
And they sought and came back saying;

"Maharaj, she is gone. We cannot find her."

Fear grew in the heart of the King--a nameless dread, and he said,
"Search." And again they sought and returned and the King was striding
up and down the great hall and none dared cross his path. But,
trembling, they told him, and he replied; "Search again. I will not lose
her, and, slave though be, she shall be my Queen."

So they ran, dispersing to the Four Quarters, and King strode up and
down the hall, and Loneliness kept step with him and clasped his hand
and looked his eyes.

Then the youngest of the women entered with a tale to tell. "Majesty,
we have found her. She lies beside the lake. When the birds fled this
morning she fled with them, but upon a longer journey. Even to Yamapura,
the City under the Sunset."

And the King said; "Let none follow." And h