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please follow me." The torch had been switched off and, even when my eyes had adapted to the deepened dusk, I could only see in most uncertain outline a column of darkness, which stood against gloom almost as dark. "Don't strain to see me; just look in the direction I move." He was right. Had I tried to gauge whither his dark figure was moving I should certainly have remained in doubt but, as it was, by an almost casual glance, I was aware that he was moving and, so easy and total was my attention as I watched, that I found I was keeping pace with him. Not until I had been so "in train" for some little while did my rational mind even begin to ask what we were doing or even how. Then I realized I was moving and turning in a certain defined area. I saw the glimmer of the great arch time and again frame the figure I was following.
Yes, we were threading the full-size maze delineated in the floor stones, that maze at which we had been looking, perhaps an hour ago, perhaps less, as the sun had been setting. The pacing came to me quite naturally, so that I hardly glanced for guidance but let some inner beat tell me when to turn and when to advance. For the third time I felt, but twice as strongly, the sense of being caught up into the real basic rhythm of things-swept from the beach on which the breakers swirl in confusion out into the deep, where the swell of the ultimate ocean moves in an inexhaustible process. I heard a voice say, "Once," and I noticed I could no longer hear the whisper of feet preceding my own; also, my eyes no longer found the faint impression of a leading figure ahead of me.
It made no difference. The rhythm, once learnt, took con

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