That night a dream came to me.

I thought I was still awake and lying on the steps, watching the wondrous ruler of my fate.

And as I looked he glided down from his starry throne with an easy swinging motion, like a soap-bubble settling to the earth.

And the star came and poised among the branches of the palm-tree over the tank, opalescent, unearthly, heart shaking.

His face was as the face of the prophet, whose name be blessed, and his limbs were as the limbs of the Hameshaspenthas of old.