She could not understand,
but knew that here was perfect enlightenment. About her echoed
the words of the Blessed One: "Never in this world doth hatred
cease by hatred, but only by love. This is an old rule."
"Whereas I was blind, now I see," said Maya the Queen slowly to
her own heart. She had grasped the hems of the Mighty.
Words cannot speak the still passion of strength and joy that
possessed her. Her step was light. As she walked, her soul sang
within her, for thus it is with those that have received the Law.
About them is the Peace.
In the dawn she was told that the Queen, Dwaymenau, would speak
with her, and without a tremor she who had shaken like a leaf at
that name commanded that she should enter. It was Dwaymenau that
trembled as she came into that unknown place.
With cloudy brows and eyes that would reveal no secret, she stood
before the high seat where the Queen sat pale and majestic.
"Is it well with the boy?" the Queen asked earnestly.
"Well," said Dwaymenau, fingering the silver bosses of her
girdle.
"Then - is there more to say?" The tone was that of the great
lady who courteously ends an audience.
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