Have you heard Him, as walking through
The valleys of the night
He paces ever back and forth,
Silent, old and white?
Upon some jagged piece of dust
As high as night is high
He watches all the tiny worlds
Go spinning down the sky.
Around Him are the burning stars
That toss like little ships
And winds blow out of dim unknowns
Across His very lips.
Have you heard Him amid the silence,
Vast as a silken cloud,
Lifting His arms with jewelled pendants,
Cloaked in a heavy shroud?
Chapter XXXII
As Gud and Fidu journeyed on they came to a rippling rivulet and saw two women who were bathing in the laughing water. Gud was not astonished at what he saw because Gud sees all things, and familiarity breeds contempt. Neither were the women alarmed, because they were busy talking and did not see Gud.
"I am sick of love," one woman said.
Whereupon the other woman said: "My husband understands me."
Just then the Underdog came up panting and athirst and started to lap of the laughing waters of the rippling rivulet. Gud thrust his hand out and jerked the poor beast away. Alas, too late! Fidu had drunk of the bewitched water and when the moon changed its name and a meteor fell into a fit of despondency; the Underdog went mad and frothed at the mouth and bit the hand that fed him, which was the right hand of Gud.