CHAPTER XXIX

THE MASKED LADY'S SECRET

Toward morning Everychild had a dream. In his dream his mother came

and stood near him, and looked at him wonderingly and sadly. And

then--in the dream--his father could be seen, standing apart and slowly

shaking his head.

It seemed that there was a cry of joy in his throat, and that he ran to

embrace his mother. He felt that he should weep for joy when he flung

his arms about her neck and felt her face touching his.

But then he awoke, and his parents were not there: but only the great

chamber in the heart of the mountain, and all the other children rising

from their beds, eager to begin a new day.

He could not rid his mind of the vivid dream, nor his heart of the

strange softness it had brought. And as soon as he could do so he

sought the Masked Lady, his intention being to inquire of her what his

dream had meant.

She stood waiting for him, as it seemed, and he approached her with

increasing eagerness. And now he perceived that she was no longer

wearing the dress of a piper, but had on the soft white dress in which

he had first beheld her, and wore a jewel in her hair.

He had the strange thought that she might be really beautiful if only

she would remove the mask which gave her face that distant expression

and almost hid her eyes. And he remembered, all of a sudden, how he

had often been helped by her, and how she had always been near, as if

she wished to help him even more, and how she had comforted him that

night when he had seen a star fall by assuring him that he was _a

little bit of God_.

He began speaking to her with a new feeling of constraint. "I dreamed

of seeing my mother and father last night," he said.

She smiled faintly. "I know," she replied. "All the other children

had the same dream. That is what all children dream of here in this

chamber."

He opened his eyes very wide. How could she know what all the other

children had dreamed, since it did not appear that they had told her of

their dreams? But he continued: "They seemed a little sad," he said.

"My mother's eyes were troubled, and my father shook his head."

"Yes, Everychild?"

"And I wondered if I might not see them again, really. It would be

good to see them again; and you know I have come so far . . ."

The Masked Lady replied: "Nothing delights me so much as to have

children and their parents find each other. That is my highest

dream--to bring together the parents and children who have lost each

other."

"And shall I find them?"

"I think you are on the way even now to find them--perhaps sooner than

you dare to hope."

"If I could find them now," continued Everychild, "I think I could

willingly give up my search for--for the truth. It seemed a wonderful

thing to seek for when I began, but I am not anxious to do so any more."

There was a new note in her voice as she replied, "Truth is very close

to those who still seek, but who have ceased to be anxious."

He did not know why the words should have thrilled him so. If he could

find the truth, after all, and still have his parents again! He

permitted his eyes to rest on the Masked Lady's rather forbidding face.

And then he began impulsively--"Dear lady! . . ."

"Yes, Everychild?" she returned gently.

He sought eagerly for the right words. "I did not know it myself for a

long time," he said, "But I think I know now . . ."

"I am waiting, Everychild!"

His voice almost failed him. "There was such a long time that I

thought I feared you a little," he continued, "--when it seemed better

to stand quite apart from you and look at you from a distance. But

you've been so good a friend that now at last . . ."

"At last, Everychild?"

He timidly sought her hand; and having found it he stood with downcast

eyes. "At last I know I--I love you!"

Still standing with downcast eyes he could not know how radiantly she

appeared before him. He could not see how the mask fell from her face

at last. The Masked Lady no more, but Truth herself in all her glory!

She cried out triumphantly, "Lift up your eyes, Everychild, and look at

me!"

He lifted his eyes slowly, gaining courage little by little. And when

he looked upon her an expression of amazement and swiftly dawning

delight was in his eyes.

"You are--oh, it is you!" he cried, fearing even yet to name her.

"It is I," she said.

And he was not fearful of her now. Truth at last--and yet she was one

who had been near him a long time and had often aided him.

"But you are beautiful!" he cried at last in wonder and delight.

"I am always beautiful to those who love me," she said.

"But oh, dear lady," he cried, "could you not have helped me to know

you in the beginning?"

"Ah," she replied, "each soul must find me for itself."

Then she put her arm about him and comforted him for long days and

nights of wandering.

They were interrupted soon by the other children who came forward

eagerly. They too had come to tell their dream; and Everychild watched

joyously while Truth--to him the Masked Lady no more--reassured them by

saying that even now they were on their way to find their parents. And

the children gathered together in groups and agreed that they all

wished very much to see their parents again.

And then Everychild listened attentively while Truth declared to the

assembled band: "If you would really find your parents again, and be

happy with them, you must promise one thing only: that you will love

them better than you love yourselves."

And all the children, having forgotten many of the hardships they had

undergone at home, replied almost in one voice--

"We promise!"

Then after they had remained silent a little while, wondering how they

were to find their parents, from whom they had wandered so far, they

began to inquire how so difficult a thing could be brought about; and

they were informed that it was true that one great obstacle still lay

in the way of their return to their parents, but that perhaps it would

be possible to remove that obstacle.

They drew apart, whispering among themselves and looking beamingly into

one another's faces.

They were startled suddenly by a great voice, crying out in anguish--

"Lady--dear lady!"

It was the giant, who had remained apart a little because of his

blindness. He was now approaching Truth, his hands outstretched.

"I am here," she said. And he came and knelt by her side.

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