of the White Hand and be forgotten, passing to a land where things do

not die, but live on forever, the Good with the Good, the Evil with

the Evil. It told of Life and of Death, of Joy and of Sorrow, of Time

and of that sea in which Time is but a floating leaf, and of why all

these things are. Many names also came into the song, and I knew but a

few of them, yet my own was there, and the name of Baleka and the name

of Umslopogaas, and the name of Chaka the Lion. But a little while did

the voice sing, yet all this was in the song--ay, and much more; but