And he answered me, “See the light in her eyes!” And slowly the creature staggered on to its knees. And I awoke: and all to the east and to the west stretched the barren earth, with the dry bushes on it. The ants ran up and down in the red sand, and the heat beat fiercely. I looked up through the thin branches of the tree at the blue sky overhead. I stretched myself, and I mused over the dream I had had. And I fell asleep again, with my head on my saddle. And in the fierce heat I had another dream. I saw a desert and I saw a woman coming out of it. And she came to the bank of a dark river; and the bank was steep and high. (The banks of an African river are sometimes a hundred feet high, and consist of deep shifting sands, through which in the course of ages the river has worn its gigantic bed.) And on it an old man met her, who had a long white beard; and a stick that curled was in his hand, and on it was written Reason. And he asked her what she wanted; and she said “I am woman; and I am seeking for the land of Freedom.” And he said, “It is before you.” And she said, “I see nothing before me but a dark flowing river, and a bank steep and high, and cuttings here and there with heavy sand in them.” And he said, “And beyond that?” She said, “I see nothing, but sometimes, when I shade my eyes with my hand, I think I see on the further bank trees and hills, and the sun shining on them!” He said, “That is the Land of Freedom.” She said, “How am I to get there?” He said, “There is one way, and one only. Down the banks of Labour, through the water of Suffering. There is no other.” She said, “Is there no bridge?” He answered. “None.” She said, “Is the water deep?” He said, “Deep.” She said, “Is the floor worn?” He said, “It is. Your foot may slip at any time, and you may be lost.” She said, “Have any crossed already?” He said, “Some have tried!” She said, “Is there a track to show where the best fording is?” He said, “It has to be made.” She shaded her eyes with her hand; and she said, “I will go.” And he said, “You must take off the clothes you wore in the desert: they are dragged down by them who go into the water so clothed.” And she threw from her gladly the mantle of Ancient-received-opinions she wore, for it was worn full of holes. And she took the girdle from her waist that she had treasured so long, and the moths flew out of it in a cloud. And he said, “Take the shoes of dependence off your feet.” And she stood there naked, but for one white garment that clung close to her. And he said, “That you may keep. So they wear clothes in the Land of Freedom. In the water it buoys; it always swims.” And I saw on its breast was written Truth; and it was white; the sun had not often shone on it; the other clothes had covered it up. And he said, “Take this stick; hold it fast. In that day when it slips from your hand you are lost. Put it down before you; feel your way: where it cannot find a bottom do not set your foot.”