having no place in time, not to be assailed by the hours or harmed by
ivy or rust, not to be taken by conquerors, but destroyed by thy fancy
if thou dost wish it so or by thy fancy rebuilded. And nought shall
ever disturb these dreams of thine which here are troubled and lost by
all the happenings of earth, as the dreams of one who sleeps in a
tumultuous city. For these thy dreams shall sweep outward like a strong
river over a great waste plain wherein are neither rocks nor hills to
turn it, only in that place there shall be no boundaries nor sea,
neither hindrance nor end. And it were well for thee that thou shouldst
take few regrets into thy waste dominions from the world wherein thou
livest, for such regrets or any memory of deeds ill done must sit
beside thy soul forever in that waste, singing one song always of
forlorn remorse; and they too shall be only dreams but very real.

"There nought shall hinder thee among thy dreams, for even the gods may
harass thee no more when flesh and earth and events with which They
bound thee shall have slipped away."

Then said the King:

"I like not this grey doom, for dreams are empty. I would see action
roaring through the world, and men and deeds."

Then answered the Prophet:

"Victory, jewels and dancing but please thy fancy. What is the sparkle
of the gem to thee without thy fancy which it allures, and thy fancy is
all a dream. Action and deeds and men are nought without dreams and do
but fetter them, and only dreams are real, and where thou stayest when
the worlds shall drift away there shall be only dreams."