returned with me Through the high noon. Where is your soul then, Naïa? Lost at high noon— Where is your soul then? It wanders East—or West—I think— Or near the Pole, then— Or died—perhaps there on the dune’s dry brink Seeking the moon. THE DARK STAR “The dying star grew dark; the last light faded from it; went out. Prince Erlik laughed. “And suddenly the old order of things began to pass away more swiftly. “Between earth and outer space—between Creator and created, confusing and confounding their identities,—a rushing darkness grew—the hurrying wrack of immemorial storms heralding whirlwinds through which Truth alone survives. “Awaiting the inevitable reëstablishment of such temporary conventions as render the incident of human existence possible, the brooding Demon which men call Truth stares steadily at Tengri under the high stars which are passing too, and which at last shall pass away and leave the Demon watching all alone amid the ruins of eternity.” The Prophet of the Kiot Bordjiguen The Prophet of the Kiot Bordjiguen CONTENTS Preface. Children of the Star CHAPTER PAGE The Wonder-Box Brookhollow In Embryo The Trodden Way Ex Machina
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