George lost the doubt in the noon of his own certainty.
There could be no greater good, he chanted to the god who had
breathed upon him, than this that he and Amory shared now with the
wise and simple world, the world of the resonant new names. He even
doubted that, save in degree, there could be a purer talisman than
the spirit that inextinguishably shone in the face of the childlike
old lawyer as the strange little animal nestled in his coat and
licked his hand. And these were open secrets. Open secrets of the
ultimate attainment.
They watched the land dissolving in the darkness like a pearl in
wine of night. But at last, when momentarily they had turned happy
eyes to each other's faces, they looked again and found that the
dusk, taking ancient citadels with soundless tread, had received the
island. And where on the brow of the mountain had sprung the white
pillars of the king's palace glittered only the early stars.
"Crown jewels," said Olivia softly, "for everybody's head."
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