“Do not alarm yourself, Miss Granger,” he answered, recovering himself with a jerk; “you did not say anything dreadful, only that you were glad to see me.  What were you dreaming about?”

Beatrice looked at him doubtfully; perhaps his words did not ring quite true.

“I think that I had better tell you as I have said so much,” she answered.  “Besides, it was a very curious dream, and if I believed in dreams it would rather frighten me, only fortunately I do not.  Sit down and I will tell it to you before I forget it.  It is not very long.”

He took the chair to which she pointed, and she began, speaking in the voice of one yet laden with the memories of sleep.

“I dreamed that I stood in space.  Far to my right was a great globe of light, and to my left was another globe, and I knew that the globes were named Life and Death.  From the globe on the right to the globe on the left, and back again, a golden shuttle, in which two flaming eyes were set, was shot continually, and I knew also that this was the shuttle of Destiny, weaving the web of Fate.  Presently the shuttle flew, leaving behind it a long silver thread, and the eyes in the shuttle were such as your eyes.  Again the shuttle sped through space, and this time its eyes were like my eyes, and the thread it left behind it was twisted from a woman’s hair.  Half way between the globes of Life and Death my thread was broken, but the shuttle flew on and vanished.  For a moment the thread hung in air, then a wind rose and blew it, so that it floated away like a spider’s web, till it struck upon your silver thread of life and began to twist round and round it.  As it twisted it grew larger and heavier, till at last it was thick as a great tress of hair, and the silver line bent beneath the weight so that I saw it soon must break.  Then while I wondered what would happen, a white hand holding a knife slid slowly down the silver line, and with the knife severed the wrappings of woman’s hair, which fell and floated slowly away, like a little cloud touched with sunlight, till they were lost in darkness.  But the thread of silver that was your line of life, sprang up quivering and making a sound like sighs, till at last it sighed itself to silence.

“Then I seemed to sleep, and when I woke I was floating upon such a misty sea as we saw last night.  I had lost all sight of land, and I could not remember what the stars were like, nor how I had been taught to steer, nor understand where I must go.  I called to the sea, and asked it of the stars, and the sea answered me thus: 

“‘Hope has rent her raiment, and the stars are set.’

“I called again, and asked of the land where I should go, and the land did not answer, but the sea answered me a second time: 

“’Child of the mist, wander in the mist, and in darkness seek for light.’

“Then I wept because Hope had rent her starry garment and in darkness I must seek for light.  And while I still wept, you rose out of the sea and sat before me in the boat.  I had never seen you before, and still I felt that I had known you always.  You did not speak, and I did not speak, but you looked into my heart and saw its trouble.  Then I looked into your heart, and read what was written.  And this was written: