behind it: that light can change your will, can make it truly yours
and not another's--not the Shadow's. Into the created can pour
itself the creating will, and so redeem it!"

"That light shall not enter me: I hate it!--Begone, slave!"

"I am no slave, for I love that light, and will with the deeper
will which created mine. There is no slave but the creature that
wills against its creator. Who is a slave but her who cries, `I am
free,' yet cannot cease to exist!"

"You speak foolishness from a cowering heart! You imagine me given
over to you: I defy you! I hold myself against you! What I choose
to be, you cannot change. I will not be what you think me--what you
say I am!"

"I am sorry: you must suffer!"

"But be free!"

"She alone is free who would make free; she loves not freedom who
would enslave: she is herself a slave. Every life, every will,
every heart that came within your ken, you have sought to subdue:
you are the slave of every slave you have made--such a slave that
you do not know it!--See your own self!"

She took her hand from the head of the princess, and went two
backward paces from her.

A soundless presence as of roaring flame possessed the house--