"And your name?" he asked kindly, though indeed he must have known it.
"I am Failure," she said sadly.
He took her by the hand.
"Come, now, Success," he said to her: "let me lead you into the
Presence-Chamber."
Then she who had been called Failure, and was now called Success, lifted up her bowed head, and raised her weary frame, and smiled at the music of her new name. And with that smile she regained her beauty and her hope. And hope having come back to her, all her strength returned.
"But what of her," she asked regretfully of the old grey-haired man; "must she be left?"
"She will learn," the old man whispered. "She is learning already.
Come, now: we must not linger."
So she of the new name passed into the Presence-Chamber.
But the Sovereign said:
"The world needs you, dear and honoured worker. You know your real name: do not heed what the world may call you. Go back and work, but take with you this time unconquerable hope."