On either side the phantom wood pressed close about them, and its light seemed coined by goblin fingers.  Dissolving wind, persuading little voices musical beyond the domain of music that he knew, quick, poignant vistas of glades where the light spent itself in its longed-for liberty of colour, labyrinthine ways of shadow that taught the necessity of mystery.  There was something lyric about it all.  Here Nature moved on no formal lines, understood no frugality of beauty, but was lavish with a divine and special errantry to a divine and special understanding.  And it had been given St. George to move with her merely by living this hour, with Olivia in his arms.

The sweet of life—­the sweet of life and the world his own.  The words had never meant so much.  He had often said them in exultation, but he had never known their truth:  the world was literally his own, under the law.  Nothing seemed impossible.  His mind went back to the unexplained disappearing of that other motor and, however it had been, that did not seem impossible either.  It seemed natural, and only a new doorway to new points of contact.  In this amazing land no speculation was too far afield to be the food of every day.  Here men understood miracle as the rest of the world understands invention.  Already the mere existence of Yaque proved that the space of experience is transcended—­and with the thought a fancy, elusive and profound, seized him and gripped at his heart with an emotion wider than fear.  What had become of the other car?  Had it gone down some road of the wood which the guards knew, or ...  The words of Prince Tabnit came back to him as they had been spoken in that wonderful tour of the island.  “The higher dimensions are being conquered.  Nearly all of us can pass into the fifth at will, ‘disappearing,’ as you have the word.”  Was it possible that in the vanishing of the pursued car this had been demonstrated before him?  Into this space, inclusive of the visible world and of Yaque as well, had the car passed without the pursuers being able to point to the direction which it had taken?  St. George smiled in derision as this flashed upon him, and it hardly held his thought for a moment, for his eyes were upon Olivia’s face, so near, so near his own ...  Undoubtedly, he thought vaguely, that other motor had simply swerved aside to some private opening of the grove and, from being hard-pressed and almost overtaken, was now well away in safety.  Yet if this were so, would they not have taken Olivia with them?  But to that strange and unapparent hyperspace they could not have taken her, because she did not understand. “...just as one,” Prince Tabnit had said, “who understands how to die and come to life again would not be able to take with him any one who himself did not understand how to accompany him...”