Trickery he would have known and escaped. Love
caught him in an unbreakable net, and they fled down the Punjab
and no one knew any more. But I know. For two years they lived
together and she saw the agony in his heart - the anguish of his
broken vows, the face of the Blessed One receding into an
infinite distance. She knew that every day added a link to the
heavy Karma that was bound about the feet she loved, and her soul
said "Set him free," and her heart refused the torture. But her
soul was the stronger. She set him free."
"How?"
"She took poison. He became an ascetic in the hills and died in
peace but with a long expiation upon him."
"And she?"
"I am she."
"You!" I heard my voice as if it were another man's. Was it
possible that I - a man of the twentieth century, believed this
impossible thing? Impossible, and yet - what had I learnt if not
the unity of Time, the illusion of matter? What is the twentieth
century, what the first? Do they not lie before the Supreme as
one, and clean from our petty divisions? And I myself had seen
what, if I could trust it, asserted the marvels that are no
marvels to those who know.
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