“He lifted his cold eyes and looked at me, and I felt them pierce into the depths of my soul.  ‘In the same way that I know your heart,’ he said.  ’But do not ask questions.  Answer them, that I may learn whether you are a true man or a liar.’

“‘I was praying to Christ,’ I faltered, ‘the Saviour of us all.’

“’A great God, Andrew Arnold, and a pure, though His followers are few in the world as yet.  But do you think that He can save you from Me, as you were asking Him to do?’

“‘He can save my soul,’ I replied, plucking up courage, who would not deny the Lord even in a devil’s den.

“’Ah! your soul.  Well, I have nothing to do with souls, except to count them as they pass through my dominion, and you are quite right to pray to one of the lords of that into which you go.  Now, man, what is your business with me, and why do you visit one of whom you are so much afraid?’

“‘O Murgh!’ I began, then ceased, for I knew not what to answer.

“’So they have told you my name?  Now I will tell you one of its meanings.  It is “Gate of the Gods.”  Why did you dare to visit Gate of the Gods?  You fear to answer.  Listen!  You came forth to see some painted idol, or some bedizened priest muttering rites he does not understand to that which is not; and lo! you have found that which is behind all idols and all priests.  You sought an incensed and a golden shrine and you have found only the black and iron portals which every man must pass but which few desire to enter until they are called.  Well, you are young and strong, come try a fall with Murgh, and when he has thrown you, rise and choose which of those ways you will,’ and he swept his hand toward the doors around him.  ’Then forget this world and enter into that which you have chosen.’

“Now, because I could not help myself, I rose from my knees and advanced, or was drawn toward that dreadful man.  As I came he, too, rose from his chair, stretching out his arms as a wrestler does, and I knew that within the circle of those arms lay my death.  Still I, who in my youth was held brave, went on and rushed, striving to clasp him.  Next moment, before ever I touched him—­oh, well was it for me that I touched him not!—­some strength seized me and whirled me round and round as a dead leaf is whirled by the wind, and tossed me up and cast me down and left me prone and nerveless.

“‘Rise,’ said the cold voice above me, ‘for you are unhurt.’

“So I rose, and felt even then that I who thought that every bone in my body must be broken, was stronger than I had ever been before.  It was as though the lamp which had burnt low was filled suddenly with a new and purer oil.

“‘Man,’ said mine adversary, and I thought that in his cold eyes there was something like a smile, ’did you think to touch Murgh and live?  Did you think to wrestle with him as in a book of one of your prophets a certain Jacob wrestled with an angel, and conquered—­until it was his turn to pass the Gate of the Gods?’