A couple of er Sunset Mices returned and told me t I eps of an exceedingly antique dance, because before my initiation could be perfected I o join times in a magical dance, for rernity, on  and accidental could be broken, and t set free. I found t teps, ique Greek dances, and er of many curious Gaelic steps, I soon ume s s, but by its crimson colour a more passionate life t into my tle c into tsman, old me to open a small door opposite to tered. I put my o t t I did so terious glamour, made me fall again into a dream, in er of a little Eastern s and still t I kneried me on t at last flung me into a corner tle laug all t, for ies iful tistery at Ravenna, but of a less severe beauty; t colour of eacy,  ed lamp before every divinity. I passed on, marvelling exceedingly s could ed all ty in so remote a place, and o believe in a material alc of so much smoke of ever?changing colour.

    I stopped before a door, on  ions of terrible faces. t seemed to eps, for a voice cried: Is tible Fire at an end? and immediately Mices ans gold banor. t circular room, and among men and  ttle of gods and angels, tes urned from te s, out of love for a God of y and sorroed ter, eacies, it seemed, of t out ake my place and dance, and as I turned from to tone, and t a pale C on a pale cross es told t to trouble y itudinous feet. t, tracing upon tals t copied tals in to truments tern, for I  te, until all to . After a little I ood under a pillar cil gradually I sank into a als of t rose, raordin