THE SUMMIT AND THE STARS.
I awoke to a hum of voices . . . but when my eyes opened, the speakers were gone, and I lay staring at an open window beyond which the sky shone, blue and deep as a well. On a chair beside the window sat the Princess, her hands in her lap. . . . While I stared at her, two strange fancies played together in my mind like couples crossing in a dance; the first, that she sat there waiting for something to happen, and had been waiting for a very long, an endless, while; the other that her body had grown transparent. The sunlight seemed to float through it as through a curtain.
I dare say that I lay incapable of movement; but this did not distress me at all, for I felt no desire to stir--only a contentment, deep as the sky outside, to rest there and let my eyes rest o
