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.