“I gave you a ring long ago; have you still got it?”
“I have it still!”
“Then let us go at once! No, don’t turn back! Don’t take anything with you!”
And they went away, hand in hand, but not through the tunnel.
“On to the mountain!” said Andrea, turning in the direction of the old pass; “through darkness I came to you, but in light I will live with you and for you!”
THE STORY OF JUBAL WHO HAD NO “I”
Once upon a time there was a king whose name was John Lackland, and it is not difficult to imagine the reason why.
But another time there lived a great singer who was called “Jubal, who had no I,” and I am now going to tell you the reason.
The name which he had inherited from his father, a soldier, was Peal, and undeniably there was music in the name. But nature had also given him a strong will, which stiffened his back like an iron bar, and that is a splendid gift, quite invaluable in the struggle for an existence. When he was still a baby, only just able to stammer a few words, he would never refer to his own little person as “he,” as other babies do, but from the very first he spoke of himself as “I.” You have no “I,” said his parents. When he grew older, he expressed every little want or desire by “I will.” But then his father said to him, “You have no will,” and “Your will grows in the wood.”