And then he stood up, and rubbed his eyes, and exclaimed: Ha! now I
am at my journey's end, and all its dangers are gone like dreams.
And this is that wonderful Land of the Lotus of the Sun, of which no
one in Indirálayá had ever heard! So now that I am here, what
remains for me to do, but to leave it, and go back again as quickly
as possible. For I desired to find it, only to say that I had been
there. And yet when I return, who will believe me? It were better,
now that I am here, to examine it, and learn its peculiarities, that
I may not twice meet with the treatment due to impostors.
So he went up from the shore, and through the streets of the city,
that lay before him, black and white, in the rays of the silver moon.
And he met nobody, but it was empty, and dark as a barren womb, and
silent as a stone incarnation of the spirit of death. And as he
wandered up and down, he came at last to a great palace, whose doors
stood wide open, as much as to say: Come in. So he went in, and
passed along, wondering, with echoing steps, from room to room. Then
on a sudden he entered a door, and found himself in a vast hall,
whose walls were pierced with tall windows, through which the
moonlight fell, cold as camphor, on moon-stones that hung in clusters
from the roof. And from them the nectar fell slowly, drop by drop,
upon the floor. And at the far end of the room, on a golden couch,
he saw lying a dead body, covered with a white pall.
Then he said to himself: What is this wonder, and who can it be that
lies here, alone in this empty hall? And he moved on slowly, through
the lights of the windows and the shadows of the walls, till he came
up to the end of the hall, and stood beside the couch. And he
stooped down, and lifted up the edge of the pall, and uncovered the
face, and looked, and lo! it was the face of Shrí.
And Umra-Singh was so astounded, that he leaped into the air, and
uttered a cry: and he let his sword fall with a crash upon the
crystal floor. And he said to himself: Is it a dream, or is it an
illusion? Lo! I left her living in Indirálayá, and I have travelled
over the three worlds, and here at the end of space I find her again,
lying dead in this empty hall!
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