to make a choice from the many pleasant things that suggested
themselves; and whatever one proposed, the other declared to be more
delightful than anything yet. And after all, what could be more
delightful than simply to be together? Calladon was more pleased in
knowing that Callia was pleased than he could have been at anything
that merely pleased himself; and his pleasure gave greater pleasure to
Callia than any pleasure of her own could have done. What they did,
therefore, on this first day, was not of nearly so much importance to
them as that they did it together; and when the day came to an end (as
it did, more quickly than any day that either of them could remember)
all they knew was that it had been one song of joy. As to doing
anything that the Master had warned them against, they really had not
had time so much as to think of such a thing.

But night came at last, and they found themselves getting sleepy.
Before going to bed, Calladon said--

'By the way, Callia, have you got a mirror round your neck?'

'Do you mean this pretty little thing, set in precious stones? Shall
I give it to you, dearest Calladon?'

'Oh, no; only the Master said that I was to look in it every once in a
while, to find out what I really am.'

'You really are the handsomest and dearest boy in the world, and so
the mirror will tell you,' said Callia; and she held it up before him
as she spoke. Calladon looked; and certainly the mirror did show him
the image of a very charming little face and figure. It told the
truth, and the truth was very agreeable.

'I am glad of it for your sake, Callia,' said Calladon. 'I hope I
shall always be as handsome as you want me to be.'

'I don't mind whether you are handsome or not, as long as you are
Calladon,' she answered.

'It seems to me, Callia, that if I have you, and you have me, we do
not need anything else.'

'And it would not make any difference whether we were in Abra or not.'

'I should hardly mind even if the lamp were to go out,' said
Calladon.

'I only care for the lamp because it lets me see you,' she answered.

'And because it lets me see myself in the mirror.'

'Why should you believe the mirror more than me?' asked Callia.

'Well, if you think I am handsome, it is not so much matter whether
the mirror tells me I am or not,' returned Calladon.

And with this they kissed each other, and fell asleep.

CHAPTER IV.

THE OUTER ROOMS.

When they awoke next day, Ca