Thus spake Almitra:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And then his wings enfold you yield him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height
as caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them
in their clinging to the earth.