The Ancient One took the child, folded him in his long gray robe and strode majestically through the palace gates, through the ugly city and out over the plains to the mountain.  When he began to climb its steep sides the sun was setting and casting a golden rose color over the big rocks and the wild flowers and bushes which grew on every side, so that there seemed no path to be found.  But the Ancient One knew his way anywhere in the world without a path to guide him.  He climbed and climbed, and little King Amor slept soundly in the folds of his gray robe.  He reached the summit at last and pushing his way through a jungle of twisted vines starred all over with pale sweet-scented buds, he stood looking at the castle which was set on the very topmost crag, and looked out over the mountain’s edge at the sea and the sky and the spreading plains, below.

The sky was dark blue now and lit by a myriad stars, and all was so still that the world seemed thousands of miles away, and ugliness and squalor and people who quarreled seemed things which were not true.  A sweet cool wind blew about them as the Ancient One took King Amor from the folds of his gray robe and laid him on the carpet of scented moss.

“The stars are very near,” he said.  “Waken, young King, and see how near they are and know they are your brothers.  Your brother the wind is bringing to you the breath of your brothers the trees.  You are at home.”

Then King Amor opened his eyes, and when he saw the stars in the dark blueness above him he smiled, and though he was not yet a whole day old he threw up his small hand and it touched his forehead.

“Like a King and a soldier he salutes them,” said the Ancient One; “though he does not know he did it.”

The castle was huge and splendid though it had been deserted for a hundred years.  For three generations the royal owners had not cared to look out on the world from high places.  They knew nothing of the wind and the trees and the stars; they lived on the plains in their cities, and hunted and rioted and levied heavy taxes on their wretched people.  And the castle had lived through its summers and winters alone.  It had battlements and towers which stood out clear against the sky, and there was a great banquet hall and chambers for hundreds of guests, and rooms for a thousand men at arms, and the courtyard was big enough to hold a tournament in.

In the midst of its space and splendor the little King Amor lived alone but for the companionship of the Ancient One and a servant as old as himself.  But they knew a secret which had kept them young in spite of the years they had passed through.  They knew that they were the brothers of all things in the world, and that the man who never knows an angered or evil thought can never know a foe.  They were strong and straight and wise, and the wildest creature stopped to give them greeting as it passed, and they understood its language when it spoke.  Because they held no dark thoughts in their minds they knew no fear, and because they knew no fear the wild creatures knew none and the speech of each was clear to the other.