Now the red flower, token of sacrifice and slaughter, I crush and cast away, but the white bloom of love and peace I set upon my breast.

It is done, gone is the old law; see, it falls into the place of the Snake, its home; but the new law blossoms above my heart and in it.

Shall it not be so, my children, People of the Mist?
Will ye not accept my mercy and my love ?" The multitude watched the red bloom as, bruised and broken, through the light and through the shadow, they fell slowly to the seething surface of the pool; then it looked up like one man and saw the white lily set upon Juanna's whiter breast.

They saw, and, moved by a common impulse, they rose with a sound like the rush of the wind and shouted: "Gone is the day of blood and sacrifice, come is the day of peace! We thank you, Mother, and we take your mercy and your love." Then they were silent, and again there was a sound like that of the wind, as all their thousands sank back to the seats of stone.
Now Nam spoke again in a voice of fury that rang through the still air like a clarion.
"What is this that my ears hear ?" he cried.

"Are ye mad, O ye Dwellers in the Mist?
Or does the Mother speak with a charmed voice?
Shall the ancient worship be changed in an hour?
Nay, not the gods themselves can alter their own worship.