All this was so unbelievable, so unexpected, that I stood there quietly (I assert positively that I stood quietly), and looked around. Like a scale: overload one side sufficiently and then you may gently put on the other as much as you will; the arrow will not move. Suddenly I felt alone. I-330 was no longer with me. I don't know how nor where she disappeared. Around me were only _those_, with their hair glistening like silk in the sunlight. I caught someone's warm, strong, dark shoulder. "Listen, please, in the name of the Well-Doer, could you tell me where she went? A while, a minute ago she...." Long-haired, austere eyebrows turned to me. "Sh ... sh ... silence!" He made a sign with his head towards the centre where there stood the yellow, skull-like stone. There above the heads of all I saw her. The sun beat straight into my eyes, and because of that she seemed coal-black, standing out on the blue cloth of the sky,--a coal-black silhouette on a blue background. A little higher the clouds were floating. And it seemed that not the clouds but the rock itself, and she herself upon that rock, and the crowd and the clearing,--all were silently floating like a ship, and the earth was light and glided away from under the feet.... "Brothers!" (It was she.) "Brothers, you all know that there inside the Wall, in the City, they are building the _Integral_. And you know also that the day has come for us to destroy that Wall and all other walls, so that the green wind may blow all over the earth, from end to end. But the _Integral_ is going to take these walls up into the heights to the thousands of other worlds which every evening whisper to us with their lights through the black leaves of night...." Waves and foam and wind were beating the rock: "Down with the _Integral!_ Down!" "No, brothers, not 'down'. The _Integral_ must be ours. And it _shall_ be ours. On the day when it first sets sail into the sky, _we_ shall be on board. For the Builder of the _Integral_ is with us. He left the walls, he came with me here in order to be with us. Long live the Builder!" A second--and I was somewhere above everything. Under me: heads, heads, heads, wide open yelling mouths, arms rising and falling.... There was something strange and intoxicating in it all. I felt myself _above everybody_; I was,--I,--a separate world; I ceased to be the usual item; I became unity.... Again I was below, near the rock, my body happy, shaken and rumpled, as after an embrace of love. Sunlight, voices, and from above--the smile of I-330. A golden-haired woman, her whole body silky-golden and diffusing an odor of different herbs, was near by. She held a cup, apparently made of wood. She drank a little from it with her red lips and then offered the cup to me. I closed my eyes and with avidity I drank the sweet cold prickly sparks, pouring them down on the fire which burned within me.