13/31 "And yet it is concealed from all eyes." "How you can argue!" laughed Uarda. "That shows you can write, and are one of his disciples." "His, his!" exclaimed Rameri. He was always the dearest to me of all my teachers, but it vexes me when you speak of him as if he were more to you than I and every one else. The poet, you said, was one of the drops in which the moon of your soul finds a reflection--and I will not divide it with many." "How you are talking!" said Uarda. |