e moonlight were immense stones piled,
the remains of an original circle, and there was a dark, low, narrow
entrance leading within. He took Con by the hand, and in an instant
they were standing in a lofty, cross-shaped cave, built roughly of huge
stones.

"This was my palace. In days past many a one plucked here the purple
flower of magic and the fruit of the tree of life."

"It is very dark," said the child disconsolately. He had expected
something different.

"Nay, but look: you will see it is the palace of a god." And even as he
spoke a light began to glow and to pervade the cave and to obliterate
the stone walls and the antique hieroglyphs engraved thereon, and to
melt the earthen floor into itself like a fiery sun suddenly uprisen
within the world, and there was everywhere a wandering ecstasy of
sound: light and sound were one; light had a voice, and the music hung
glittering in the air.

"Look, how the sun is dawning for us, ever dawning; in the earth, in
our hearts, with ever youthful and triumphant voices. Your sun is but a
smoky shadow, ours the ruddy and eternal glow; yours is far way, ours is
heart and hearth and home; yours is a light without, ours a fire within,
in rock, in river, in plain, everywhere living, everywhere dawning,
whence also it cometh that the mountains emit their wondrous rays."

As he spoke he seemed to breathe the brilliance of that mystical
sunlight and to dilate and tower, so that the child looked up to a giant
pillar of light, having in his heart a sun of ruddy gold which shed its
blinding rays about him, and over his head there was a waving of fiery
plumage and on his face an ecstasy of beauty and immortal youth.

"I am Angus," Con heard; "men call me the Young. I am the sunlight in
the heart, the moonlight in the mind; I am the light at the end of every
dream, the voice for ever calling to come away; I am the desire beyond
you or tears. Come with me, come with me, I will make you immortal;
for my palace opens into the Gardens of the Sun, and there are the
fire-fountains which quench the heart's desire in rapture." And in
the child's dream he was in a palace high as the stars, with dazzling
pillars jeweled like the dawn, and all fashioned out of living and
trembling opal. And upon their thrones sat the Danann gods with their
sceptres and diadems of rainbow light, and upon their faces infinite
wisdom and imperishable youth. In the turmoil and growing chaos of his
dream he heard