1 We awoke when a ray of sunlight fell across our face.
2 We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands.
3 We crawled to it, we fell upon it, our face in our arms, and we lay still.
4 But then he gave up all he had won, and fell lower than his savage beginning.
5 The branch snapped under us and we fell upon the moss that was soft as a cushion.
6 Of a sudden the earth fell in before us, and we saw an old iron grill over a black hole.
7 And when I understood this word, the book fell from my hands, and I wept, I who had never known tears.
8 But we knew that they were alive, for a finger of the hand of the oldest rose, pointed to us, and fell down again.
9 Their head fell back, and their arms fell, as if their arms and their thin white neck were stricken suddenly with a great lassitude.
10 When the sun sank beyond the mountains, the Golden One fell asleep on the floor, amidst jewels, and bottles of crystal, and flowers of silk.
11 The skin of their arms is like a blue mist, but their shoulders are white and glowing, as if the light fell not from above, but rose from under their skin.
12 Then the Golden One saw us, and they did not move, kneeling there, looking at us, and circles of light played upon their white tunic, from the sun on the water of the moat, and one sparkling drop fell from a finger of their hand held as frozen in the air.