Consternation replied,--confused, hopeless, and yet protesting. Why had
she agreed thus to our parting? Had she not herself urged, and did she
not again suggest, that Brett was beyond my rescue? Was it not her own
plan that I should return to the surface? Two passions, grief and fear,
rose in an alliance of opposition. She was my one friend in a world in
which I was worse than outcast,--was I to part from her for ever? She
was the actual physical strength, as she was the moral confidence, by
which I hoped to have overcome the dangers and difficulties of the
descent,--having feared to adventure it in her company, was I now to go
lonely?
She realised my mind with a sympathy which was without comprehension, as
one might sympathise with pain who had never felt it. Perceiving it, she
met it with all her strength of will and reason, as she had fought the
mind of our recent opponent.
“Did you not say yourself that it was a needful thing that you should go
downward? Had I not agreed that we should part, I should have lost all
that I have won for both of us. If our meeting has been a pleasure (as
it has to me), shall we spoil it with foolish protest now that it is
completing? It will not cease to be, because the event is over. Will it
not be actual in our minds as long as we desire to recall it?... Do you
not think too much of your body, and of the risks which it must take for
your service? If you heed it thus it is of less use than even so poor a
tool might be under a control more confident.... You think of the period
of time which will divide us, should you succeed in that which you have
attempted, and return to your own people. But is not your presence here
a proof that you are vexed by illusions only? When we consider time or
space, we know that they are, and yet we know that they are both
impossible.... Were it otherwise, would it not be true that if two
companions were to turn apart for a moment, though they were both
immortal, and were to continue forward on their different ways, seeking
each other for a million million of eons, they would be eternally
separate, with a separation which would increase through all eternity?
That is evident; but it is also incredible.... Can you not learn to
become fearless of circumstance, so that you may find the freedom of
living, and learn the joy of that liberty?”
So her mind struck, thought for thought, against the confusion of the
thoughts I showed her.
Then she added, “I will do that which I can to secure the safety of the
body which you value so greatly. I will ask my Leaders for their help
when I rejoin them. If we should still be allied in the war which is
coming, it will be a slight thing to require it. But does it matter so
greatly? Is it not true that life is only good while we regard it
lightly?”
At this she closed her mind, and rose, and left me. She gave no sign of
regret, or of farewell, nor did she hasten nor loiter.
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