“Impossible?” queried El-Râmi incredulously.
“Impossible,”—repeated, the soft voice firmly. “Goodness seems to suffer, but it does not. Evil seems to prosper, but it does not.”
“And God exists?”
“God exists.”
“And what of Heaven?”
“Which heaven?” asked Lilith—“There are a million million heavens.”
El-Râmi stopped—thinking,—then finally said—
“God’s Heaven.”
“You would say God’s World;”—returned Lilith tranquilly—“Nay, you will not let me reach that centre. I see it; I feel it afar off—but your will binds me—you will not let me go.”
“If I were to let you go, what would you do?” asked El-Râmi—“Would you return to me?”