Enid, amazed, bewildered, moved beyond herself, sat immovable--her face pale, her great eyes fixed upon the Throne.

Only the six Arch-Mystics stirred uneasily, glancing at each other with quiet, uncertain looks.
Presently, as though he had marshalled his ideas for the continuation of his speech, the Prophet raised his hand.
"My People," he began, again, "do not think that I am going to compel you to listen to a psychological discourse upon this boy's development.
That is not my intention.

But were I to hold up a picture for your inspection, you could not properly appreciate it were you ignorant of the art of drawing.

And so it is with my story.

To understand the completed work, you must understand the manner of its growth.
"Though this boy lived in obscurity, he was bound by one link with the great things of the world.