ns death, but also it means life in death
and--O arms beloved, you shall fold me yet. I know not how, but have
faith--for you shall fold me yet. Meanwhile, tempt me not from the path
of honour, since this I know, that it alone can lead me to my home. Yet
who is the god betrayed from whom I must fly? Who, who?"

Thus she spoke and was silent, and I, too, was silent. Yes, there we
sat, both silent in the darkness, searching the heavens for a guiding
star. And as we sat, presently I heard the voice of Kari saying:

"Have I found you, Lord, and you also, Lady Quilla? Return, I pray you,
for all search and are frightened."

"Why?" I answered. "The lady Quilla and I study this wondrous scene."

"Yes, Lord, though to those who are not god-born it would be difficult
in this darkness. Suffer, now that I show you the path."

CHAPTER V

KARI GOES

As it chanced during the remaining days of that journey, Quilla and I
were not again alone together (that is to say, except once for a few
minutes), for we were never out of eyeshot of someone in our company.
Thus Kari clung to me very closely, indeed, and when I asked him why,
told me bluntly that it was for my safety's sake. A god to remain a god,
he said, should live alone in a temple. When he began to mix with others
of the earth and to do those things they did, to eat and to drink,
to laugh and to frown; even to slip in the mud or to stumble over the
stones in the common path, those others would come to think that there
was small difference between god and man. Especially would they think
so if he were observed to love the company of women or to melt beneath
their soft glances.

Now I grew sore at the sting of these arrows which of late he had
loved to shoot at me, and without pretending to misunderstand him, said
outright:

"The truth is, Kari, that you are jealous of the lady Quilla as once you
were jealous of another."

He considered the matter in his grave fashion, and answered:

"Yes, Master, that is the truth, or part of it. You saved my life, and
sheltered me when I was alone in a strange land, and for this and for
yourself I came to love you very greatly, and love, if it be true, is
always jealous and always hates a rival."

"There are different sorts of loves," I said; "that of a man for man is
one, that of man for woman is another."

"Yes, Master, and that of woman for man is a third; moreover, there is
this about it--it is the acid which turns all othe