Miserably he started to retrace his steps as best he could, following the trail of twigs he had crushed. But before long he lost the trail, and found himself going round and round in circles over the same ground, with no familiar landmarks to give him a clue whether he was near or far from his destination. He became more and more agitated and less and less capable of making decisions. At last he sat down again and tried to calm himself. Kyra’s insistence that one should always find one’s way in one’s heart before attempting to find it in the external world, came back to him.
She had told him that, when he was looking for something he had lost, he should stop worrying about it — he should even busy himself with something totally unrelated to the object he sought. ‘The agitation of your min
