She remembered the king's saying: "The children of the king are free to
come and go," he had said. "I may not keep them if they will not stay,"
he had told her.
She loved him much; but the call came clear, and she dared not seek him
to say farewell, lest she should be persuaded to remain.
She bowed her head and to the harper spoke:
"I will go," she said. "I will return with you."
Then the harp sent forth such a melody of joyous music that it echoed
thrilling through the hot discordant notes of the world beyond the
sunset; and for a moment a chord of harmony ran through the life of men:
"Joy unto you, men of the underworld! Joy unto you, children of sorrow!
Joy unto you, sons of forgetfulness! Joy unto all beings!"
They passed out of the garden together, the musician and the soul.
[Illustration: THROUGH PINE FOREST]