"I wish I too could believe it," murmured Juventinus, "but I should be afraid...."
"One must fear nothing; where there is love, fear is cast out. I do not fear anything."
"And He?" demanded Juventinus.
"Who?"
"He, the Unnameable, the Arch-rebel!"
"He also, He also!" cried Myrrha, with strong conviction. "So long as there shall be even a soul that has not gained salvation, no creature can enjoy full felicity. If there be no bounds to Love, if Love is infinite, then all shall be in God, and God in all. Friend, will not that be happiness? We have not yet taken full account of that. Every soul must be blessed, do you understand?"
"And Evil?"
"There is no evil, if there is no Death."
Through the open window came the echo of the Bacchic songs of the friends of Anatolius, making merry in their purple galleys on the blue twilight sea.
Myrrha pointed to them—