This discovery haunted us. We followed it in preference to all our studies. We worked with it, we tested [-it-] in more ways than we can describe, and each step was [-as-] another miracle unveiling before us. We came to know that we had found the greatest power on earth. For it defies all the laws known to men. It makes the needle move and turn on the compass which we stole from the Home of the Scholars; but we had been taught, when still a child, that the loadstone points to the north and [-that-] this is a law which nothing can change; yet our new power defies all laws. We found that it causes lightning, and never have men known what causes lightning. In thunderstorms, we raised a tall rod of iron by the side of our hole, and we watched it from below. We have seen the [-lightning-] {+lightening+} strike it again and again. And now we know that metal draws the power of the sky, and that metal can be made to give it forth. We have built strange things with this discovery of ours. We used for it the copper wires which we found here under the ground. We have walked the length of our tunnel, with a candle lighting the way. We could go no farther [-that-] {+than+} half a mile, for earth and rock had fallen at both ends. But we gathered all the things we found and we brought them to our work place. We found strange boxes with bars of metal inside, with many cords and strands and coils of metal. We found wires that led to strange little globes of glass on the walls; they contained threads of metal thinner than a spider's web. These things help us in our work. We do not understand them, but we think that the men of the Unmentionable Times had known our power of the sky, and these things had some relation to it. We do not know, but we shall learn. We cannot stop now, even though it frightens us that we are alone in our knowledge. No single one can possess greater wisdom [-that-] {+than+} the many Scholars who are elected by all men for their wisdom. Yet we can. We do. We have fought against saying it, but now it is said. We do not care. We forget all men, all laws and all things save our metals and our wires. So much is still to be learned! So long a road lies before us, and what care we if we must travel it alone! [-PART FOUR-] {+Chapter Four+} Many days passed before we could speak to the Golden One again. But then came the day when the sky turned white, as if the sun had burst and spread its flame in the air, and the fields lay still without breath, and the dust of the road [-was-] {+what+} white in the glow. So the women of the field were weary, and they tarried over their work, and they were far from the road when we came. But the Golden [-One-] {+one+} stood alone at the hedge, waiting. We stopped and we saw that their eyes, so hard and scornful to the world, were looking at us [-at-] {+as+} if they would obey any word we might speak. And we said: "We have [-give-] {+given+} you a name in our thoughts, Liberty 5-3000."