and pass on sad at heart for memories which are not.

"Therefore, O King, one day the great gates of thy palace shall lie
open for a procession wherein the King comes down to pass through a
people, lamenting with lute and drum; and on the same day a prison door
shall be opened by relenting hands, and one more lost note of Shimono
Kani's dirge shall go back to swell his melody again.

"The dirge of Shimono Kani shall roll on till one day it shall come
with all its notes complete to overwhelm the Silence that sits at the
End of Things. Then shall Shimono Kani say to his brethren's bones: The
things that might not be have at last become.'

"But very quiet shall be the bones of the gods of Old, and only Their
voices shall live which cried from the harp of heart strings, for the
things which might not be."


_VI_

When the caravans, saying farewell to Zandara, set out across the waste
northwards towards Einandhu, they follow the desert track for seven
days before they come to water where Shubah Onath rises black out of
the waste, with a well at its foot and herbage on its summit. On this
rock a prophet hath his Temple and is called the Prophet of Journeys,
and hath carven in a southern window smiling along the camel track all
gods that are benignant to caravans.

There a traveller may learn by prophecy whether he shall accomplish the
ten days' journey thence across the desert and so come to the white