"Yes! yes! that must be so. I understand it at last. All shall be
saved, to the very last. God will not allow one of His creatures to
perish."
"I wish I too could believe it," murmured Juventinus, "but I should be
afraid...."
"One must fear nothing; where there is love, fear is cast out. I do
not fear anything."
"And He?" demanded Juventinus.
"Who?"
"He, the Unnameable, the Arch-rebel!"
"He also, He also!" cried Myrrha, with strong conviction. "So long as
there shall be even a soul that has not gained salvation, no creature
can enjoy full felicity. If there be no bounds to Love, if Love is
infinite, then all shall be in God, and God in all. Friend, will not
that be happiness? We have not yet taken full account of that. Every
soul must be blessed, do you understand?"
"And Evil?"
"There is no evil, if there is no Death."
Through the open window came the echo of the Bacchic songs of the
friends of Anatolius, making merry in their purple galleys on the blue
twilight sea.