1 They sat before us and they did not move.
2 It was on a day of the spring before last.
3 Then we thought of the meaning of that which lay before us.
4 Many days passed before we could speak to the Golden One again.
5 Of a sudden the earth fell in before us, and we saw an old iron grill over a black hole.
6 Such is to be our life, as that of all our brothers and of the brothers who came before us.
7 We tried not to understand what the Teachers taught, but we always understood it before the Teachers had spoken.
8 We worked with it, we tested it in more ways than we can describe, and each step was as another miracle unveiling before us.
9 No men known to us could have built this place, nor the men known to our brothers who lived before us, and yet it was built by men.
10 But we must never speak of the times before the Great Rebirth, else we are sentenced to three years in the Palace of Corrective Detention.
11 And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the shadow of our one head.
12 And we thought then, standing in the square, that the likeness of a Saint was the face we saw before us in the flames, the face of the Transgressor of the Unspeakable Word.
13 The head of the Golden One bowed slowly, and they stood still before us, their arms at their sides, the palms of their hands turned to us, as if their body were delivered in submission to our eyes.
14 We put a piece of copper and a piece of zinc into a jar of brine, we touched a wire to them, and there, under our fingers, was a miracle which had never occurred before, a new miracle and a new power.
15 Then the Golden One moved away, even though no others were coming, and they moved, stepping back, as if they could not turn from us, their arms bent before them, as if they could not lower their hands.
16 Tonight, after more days and trials than we can count, we finished building a strange thing, from the remains of the Unmentionable Times, a box of glass, devised to give forth the power of the sky of greater strength than we had ever achieved before.
17 The fields are black and ploughed, and they lie like a great fan before us, with their furrows gathered in some hand beyond the sky, spreading forth from that hand, opening wide apart as they come toward us, like black pleats that sparkle with thin, green spangles.
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