“Who am I to bring misfortune or to withhold it?” asked the Hare, softening visibly.  “Well, I know what love means, for my mother loved me and I loved her in my way.  I tell you that when I saw her dead, turned from a beautiful living thing into a stained lump of flesh and fur, I felt dreadful.  I understand now that you love Tom as my mother loved me, and, Man, for the sake of your love—­not for his sake, mind—­I promise you that I won’t say anything against Tom if I can help it, or do anything either.”

“You’re a real good fellow!” exclaimed the Red-faced Man, with evident relief.  “Give me your hand.  Oh!  I forgot, you can’t.  Hullo! what’s up now?  Everything seems to be altering.”

*****

As he spoke, to my eyes the Lights began to change in earnest.  All the sky (I call it sky for clearness) above the mighty Gates became as it were alive with burning tongues of every colour that an artist can conceive.  By degrees these fiery tongues or swords shaped themselves into a vast circle which drove back the walls of darkness, and through this circle, guided, guarded by the spirits of dead suns, with odours and with chantings, descended that crowned City of the Mansions before whose glory imagination breaks and even Vision veils her eyes.

It descended, its banners wavering in the winds of prayer; it hung above the Gates, the flowers of all splendours, Heaven’s very rose, hung like an opal on the boundless breast of night, and there it stayed.

The Voice in the North called to the Voice in the South; the Voice in the East called to the Voice in the West, and up the Great White Road sped the Angel of the Road, making report as he came that all his multitude were gathered in and for that while the Road was barred.

He passed and in a flash the Gates were burned away.  The ashes of them fell upon the heads of those waiting at the Gates, whitening their faces and drying their tears before the Change.  They fell upon the Man and the Hare beside me, veiling them as it were and making them silent, but on me they did not fall.  Then, from between the Wardens of the Gates, flowed forth the Helpers and the Guardians (save those who already were without comforting the children) seeking their beloved and bearing the Cups of slumber and new birth; then pealed the question—­

“Who hath suffered most?  Let that one first taste of peace.”

Now all the dim hosts surged forward since each outworn soul believed that it had suffered most and was in the bitterest need of peace.  But the Helpers and the Guardians gently pressed them back, and again there pealed, no question but a command.

This was the command:—­

“Draw near, thou Hare.”

*****

Jorsen asked me what happened after this justification of the Hare, which, if I heard aright, appeared to suggest that by the decree of some judge unknown, the woes of such creatures are not unnoted and despised, or left unsolaced.  Of course I had to answer him that I could not tell.