"Nay; for I drained the cup, and washed it clean with my tears."
"Is it your sorrow, that changed the green world to black about you?"
"Nay; for I wrapped me in it as in a mantle, and now I should go cold without it."
"What then?" she asked; and ever as she spoke, back and forth, back and forth, the shuttle flew.
"Oh, what but my blunder! when I would make a path for my Love's white feet, and set instead a snare for them, to her hurt?"
Then those high ladies spoke all together; cold, sweet, steadfast were the voices of them, and the shuttle humming through.
"Even now the shuttle is threaded with your fault, and naught may stay its way. Go, poor soul, empty and crying as you came; yet take one comfort with you. Even of this, even of this, the Web had need!"
THE STEPS
"When you come to the city, seek out the House of Wisdom, for it is the best house, and there you shall do well."
That was what the old people said to the boy when he started on his journey, and he kept the saying well in mind.
"How shall I know the house?" he had asked them; and they answered, "By the look of the steps before the door, and by the number of people who go in and out. More we may not tell you."
The boy pondered these sayings as he journeyed.
"It will be a fine house, no doubt," he said. "I shall know it by its size and splendor; but as for what they said of the steps, I make little of that part."
By and by he came to the city, and looked about him eagerly for the House of Wisdom. Presently, on his right, he saw a house of plain yet stately aspect. Clear were its windows and high, and from one a face looked at him of a reverend man, calm and kind.
"Might that be Wisdom?" thought the boy. Then he looked at the steps, and saw them high and steep, and shining white, as if they had little use. The door stood open wide, but few came or went through it.
"This cannot be the House of Wisdom!" said the boy. "I must seek farther."
So he went farther. And presently he saw on his left a house rich and gay of aspect, shining with gold, and all the windows flung up to the air; and from one window a face of a fair woman laughed on him, and beckoned, and waved a tinsel scarf with bells that tinkled sweetly on his ear.
"Oh," said the boy, "if this might but be the House of Wisdom! but what of the steps before the door?"
He looked at the steps; and they were wide and shallow, and trodden into holes and valleys by many feet; and up those steps, and through the open door, a throng was constantly passing, laughing and singing, and pelting one another with flowers and spangles.
"Ah," said the boy, "this is, indeed, the House of Wisdom! for true it is that I can tell by the steps, and by the people who go in and out."
And he entered the House of Folly.
THE GLASS
"This is extremely interesting!" said the man. "You say that I am not one being but many, and that your glass will show me my component parts as separate entities?"
"Precisely!" said the Wandering Magician.
The man looked in the glass.
"Here I see several beings!" he said. "Some of them are distinguished-looking, that one on horseback, for example, and the one with the lyre. But others have a frivolous air, and there is one with positively a low expression; and yet he is attractive too, when I look closer, and I seem to know him. What are these creatures?"
"These are your tastes!" said the Wandering Magician.
"Oh!" said the man. "Well, some of them are certainly elegant and refined. But whom have we here? what strange pigmies are these?"
"Your virtues!" said the Magician.
"Dear me!" said the man. "Yes, to be sure, I recognize them. But what makes them so small?"
"This is not a magnifying glass!" said the Magician.
"But they are pretty!" said the man. "Beautiful, I may say. That little fellow with the twinkle in his eye and his coat out at elbows; he is charming, if I do say it. But what is going on now? here comes a crowd of big, hulking, ruffianly fellows, jostling the little people and driving them to the wall. What a villainous-looking set! Their faces are wholly strange to me; what are they?"
"Your vices!" said the Wandering Magician.
But when the man would have fallen upon him, he was gone.
IN THE SHADED ROOM
The shaded room was still; the doctor and the nurse sat watching by the bedside; the firelight crept into the corners and whispered to the shadows: there was no other sound.
"You think you are ready to go?" asked the Angel-who-attends-to-things.
"Yes!" said the man. "I have drained the Cup from brim to bitter lees; I have read the Book from cover to cover. I am ready."
"Humph!" said the Angel-who-attends-to-things. "Well, come along!" and he led the man out, but did not shut the door after him.
The man had lived in state and splendor, and he had thought that some ceremony would attend his departure, but there was nothing of the sort.
The only change was, that as he went along the Angel seemed to be growing very tall, and he very little, so that he had to reach up to hold the strong white hand, and his feet were well-nigh taken from under him by the sweep of the great white robes; also he felt afraid and foolish, he knew not why.
So they came at last to a gate, through which many children were passing with glad faces, carrying tablets of amber and pearl; and beside the gate sat another Angel, writing in a book; and when a child passed in, this Angel nodded and smiled to him, and wrote a word in his book.
Now the Angel of the Gate looked up, and saw the Angel-who-attends-to-things, and beside him the man, holding fast to his hand, and feeling afraid and foolish.
"From the Primary Department?" asked the Angel of the Gate.