And she said, “I am ready; let me go.” And he said, “No--but stay; what is that--in your breast?” She was silent. He said, “Open it, and let me see.” And she opened it. And against her breast was a tiny thing, who drank from it, and the yellow curls above his forehead pressed against it; and his knees were drawn up to her, and he held her breast fast with his hands. And Reason said, “Who is he, and what is he doing here?” And she said, “See his little wings--” And Reason said, “Put him down.” And she said, “He is asleep, and he is drinking! I will carry him to the Land of Freedom. He has been a child so long, so long, I have carried him. In the Land of Freedom he will be a man. We will walk together there, and his great white wings will overshadow me. He has lisped one word only to me in the desert--‘Passion!’ I have dreamed he might learn to say ‘Friendship’ in that land.” And Reason said, “Put him down!” And she said, “I will carry him so--with one arm, and with the other I will fight the water.” He said, “Lay him down on the ground. When you are in the water you will forget to fight, you will think only of him. Lay him down.” He said, “He will not die. When he finds you have left him alone he will open his wings and fly. He will be in the Land of Freedom before you. Those who reach the Land of Freedom, the first hand they see stretching down the bank to help them shall be Love’s. He will be a man then, not a child. In your breast he cannot thrive; put him down that he may grow.” And she took her bosom from his mouth, and he bit her, so that the blood ran down on to the ground. And she laid him down on the earth; and she covered her wound. And she bent and stroked his wings. And I saw the hair on her forehead turned white as snow, and she had changed from youth to age. And she stood far off on the bank of the river. And she said, “For what do I go to this far land which no one has ever reached? Oh, I am alone! I am utterly alone!” And Reason, that old man, said to her, “Silence! What do you hear?” And she listened intently, and she said, “I hear a sound of feet, a thousand times ten thousand and thousands of thousands, and they beat this way!” He said, “They are the feet of those that shall follow you. Lead on! make a track to the water’s edge! Where you stand now, the ground will be beaten flat by ten thousand times ten thousand feet.” And he said, “Have you seen the locusts how they cross a stream? First one comes down to the water-edge, and it is swept away, and then another comes and then another, and then another, and at last with their bodies piled up a bridge is built and the rest pass over.” She said, “And, of those that come first, some are swept away, and are heard of no more; their bodies do not even build the bridge?” “And are swept away, and are heard of no more--and what of that?” he said. “And what of that--” she said. “They make a track to the water’s edge.”