1 But the flames rose and we could not guess the word.
2 Then we rose, we took our box and walked on into the forest.
3 Then the Golden One rose and walked to the hedge, as if they had heard a command in our eyes.
4 As the flames rose, a thing happened which no eyes saw but ours, else we would not be living today.
5 But we knew that they were alive, for a finger of the hand of the oldest rose, pointed to us, and fell down again.
6 Then they knelt by the moat, they gathered water in their two hands, they rose and they held the water out to our lips.
7 We felt the cords of our neck grow tight as our head rose higher to look upon the faces of the Council, and we were happy.
8 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.
9 They whisper many strange things, of the towers which rose to the sky, in those Unmentionable Times, and of the wagons which moved without horses, and of the lights which burned without flame.
10 The forest rose among cliffs, and whenever we walked out upon a barren stretch of rock we saw great peaks before us in the west, and to the north of us, and to the south, as far as our eyes could see.