I passed a new gate of my imagination, I fancy, and if I have a way of my own in telling things it began that moment.
The woman turned with a kindly smile and sat down in the grass again and took the sheet of paper and resting it on a yellow-covered book began to write these words: "I see the longing of the helper.

One, two, three, four great perils shall strike at him.

He shall not be afraid.

God shall fill his heart with laughter.

I hear guns, I hear many voices.