threefold, comprising in its mighty units God and Man and Nature--the
immortal trinity. The duty of life is the sacrifice of self: it is to
renounce the little ego that the mighty ego may be freed; and, knowing
this, she found at last that she knew Happiness, that divine discontent
which cannot rest nor be at ease until its bourne is attained and the
knowledge of a man is added to the gaiety of a child. Angus had told her
that beyond this there lay the great ecstasy which is Love and God and
the beginning and the end of all things; for everything must come from
the Liberty into the Bondage, that it may return again to the Liberty
comprehending all things and fitted for that fiery enjoyment. This
cannot be until there are no more fools living, for until the last fool
has grown wise wisdom will totter and freedom will still be invisible.
Growth is not by years but by multitudes, and until there is a common
eye no one person can see God, for the eye of all nature will scarcely
be great enough to look upon that majesty. We shall greet Happiness by
multitudes, but we can only greet Him by starry systems and a universal
love.

She was so thinking when Angus Og came to her from the fields. The god
was very radiant, smiling like the young morn when the buds awake, and
to his lips song came instead of speech.

"My beloved," said he, "we will go on a journey today."

"My delight is where you go," said Caitilin.

"We will go down to the world of men--from our quiet dwelling among the
hills to the noisy city and the multitude of people. This will be our
first journey, but on a time not distant we will go to them again, and
we will not return from that journey, for we will live among our people
and be at peace."

"May the day come soon," said she.

"When thy son is a man he will go before us on that journey," said
Angus, and Caitilin shivered with a great delight, knowing that a son
would be born to her.

Then Angus Og put upon his bride glorious raiment, and they went out to
the sunlight. It was the early morning, the sun had just risen and the
dew was sparkling on the heather and the grass. There was a keen stir
in the air that stung the blood to joy, so that Caitilin danced in
uncontrollable gaiety, and Angus, with a merry voice, chanted to the sky
and danced also. About his shining head the birds were flying; for
every kiss he gave to Caitilin became a bird, the messengers of love and
wisdom, and they also burst into tr