Smoke in thick folds was rising everywhere, and it swept, like a murky fog, through the streets below. And along those streets the people hurried in confusion, like great black busy ants. A dull, confused, continuous roar ascended from this throng. "Look, Johannes!" said Pluizer. "Now is not that a pretty sight? Those are human beings, and all those houses, as far as you can see--still farther than that belfry in the blue distance--are full of people, from top to bottom. Is not that remarkable? That is rather different from an ant-hill!" Johannes listened with shrinking curiosity, as if some huge, horrible monster were being shown him. He seemed to be standing on the back of that monster, and to see the black blood streaming through the swollen arteries, and the dark breath ascending from a hundred nostrils. And the ominous growling of that awful voice filled him with fears. "Look! How fast these people go, Johannes!" continued Pluizer. "You can see, can you not, that they are all in a hurry, and hunting for something? But it is droll that no one knows precisely what it is. After they have been seeking a little while, they come face to face with some one. His name is Hein." "Who is that?" asked Johannes. "Oh, a good friend of mine. I will introduce you to him, without fail. Now this Hein asks: 'Are you looking for me?' At that, most of them usually say: 'Oh, no! Not you.' Then Hein remarks: 'But there is nothing to be found save me.' So they have to content themselves with Hein." Johannes perceived that he spoke of death. "Is that always the way--always?" "To be sure it is--always. But yet, day after day, a new crowd gathers, and they begin their search not knowing for what--seeking, seeking, until at last they find Hein. So it has been for a pretty long while, and so it will continue to be." "Shall I, too, find nothing else, Pluizer? Nothing but...." "Yes, Hein you will surely find, some day. But that does not matter. Only seek--always be seeking." "But the little book, Pluizer? You might let me find the book." "Well, who knows! I have not forbidden it. We must seek--seek. We know, at least, what we are looking for. Wistik taught us that. Others there are who try all their lives to find out what they are really seeking. They are the philosophers, Johannes. But when Hein comes, it is all up with their search as well." "That is frightful, Pluizer!" "Oh, no! Indeed it is not. Hein is very good-hearted, but he is misunderstood." Some one toiled up the stairs outside the chamber door--Clump! clump! on the wooden stairs. Clump! clump! Nearer and nearer. Then some one rapped at the door, and it sounded like ice tapping on wood. A tall man entered. He had deep-set eyes, and long, lean hands. A cold draft swept through the little room. "Well, well!" said Pluizer. "We were just speaking of you. Take a seat. How goes it with you?" "Busy, busy!" said the tall man, wiping the cold moisture from his white, bony forehead.