ent on and on, telling of wonders which seemed like miracles but which
were to him only the 'working of the Law.'"

"What is the Law?" The Rat broke in.

"There were two my father wrote down, and I learned them. The first
was the law of The One. I'll try to say that," and he covered his eyes
and waited through a moment of silence.

It seemed to The Rat as if the room held an extraordinary stillness.

"Listen!" came next. "This is it:

"'There are a myriad worlds. There is but One Thought out of which
they grew. Its Law is Order which cannot swerve. Its creatures are
free to choose. Only they can create Disorder, which in itself is Pain
and Woe and Hate and Fear. These they alone can bring forth. The
Great One is a Golden Light. It is not remote but near. Hold thyself
within its glow and thou wilt behold all things clearly. First, with
all thy breathing being, know one thing! That thine own thought--when
so thou standest--is one with That which thought the Worlds!'"

"What?" gasped The Rat. "MY thought--the things _I_ think!"

"Your thoughts--boys' thoughts--anybody's thoughts."

"You're giving me the jim-jams!"

"He said it," answered Marco. "And it was then he spoke about the
broken Link--and about the greatest books in the world--that in all
their different ways, they were only saying over and over again one
thing thousands of times. Just this thing--'Hate not, Fear not, Love.'
And he said that was Order. And when it was disturbed, suffering
came--poverty and misery and catastrophe and wars."

"Wars!" The Rat said sharply. "The World couldn't do without war--and
armies and defences! What about Samavia?"

"My father asked him that. And this is what he answered. I learned
that too. Let me think again," and he waited as he had waited before.
Then he lifted his head. "Listen! This is it:

"'Out of the blackness of Disorder and its outpouring of human misery,
there will arise the Order which is Peace. When Man learns that he is
one with the Thought which itself creates all beauty, all power, all
splendor, and all repose, he will not fear that his brother can rob him
of his heart's desire. He will stand in the Light and draw to himself
his own.'"

"Draw to himself?" The Rat said. "Draw what he wants? I don't believe
it!"

"Nobody does," said Marco. "We don't know. He said we stood in the
dark of the night--without stars--and did not know that the broken
chain swung just above u