Mara went and sat down by the fire.

Fearing to stand alone with the princess, I went also and sat again by the hearth.

Something began to depart from me.

A sense of cold, yet not what we call cold, crept, not into, but out of my being, and pervaded it.

The lamp of life and the eternal fire seemed dying together, and I about to be left with naught but the consciousness that I had been alive.
Mercifully, bereavement did not go so far, and my thought went back to Lilith.
Something was taking place in her which we did not know.