“BecauseIdarenot，orratherbecauseIcannot，“sheansweredfiercely。“Besilent，slave，fornowthepowerofthegoodbroodsuponmysoul。“
Thedreamwenton。Agreatforestappeared，suchaforestastheyhadpassedbeforetheymetthecannibals，andsetbeneathoneofthetrees，atentandinthattentBarbara，Barbaraweeping。Someonebegantolifttheflapofthetent。Shesprangup，snatchingatapistolthatlaybesideher，turningitsmuzzletowardsherbreast。Amanenteredthetent。Alansawhisface，itwashisown。Barbaraletfallthepistolandfellbackwardsasthoughabulletfromithadpiercedherheart。Heleapttowardsher，butbeforehecametowhereshelayeverythinghadvanishedandheheardJeekiedroningouthisliestotheAsika，tellingherthatthevisionhehadseenwasoneofherandhismasterseatedwiththeirarmsabouteachotherinachamberoftheGoldenHouse。
AthirdtimethedreamdescendedonAlanlikeacloud。Itseemedtohimthathewasbornebeyondtheflamingbordersoftheworld。
Everythingaroundwasnewandunfamiliar，vast，changing，lovely，terrible。Hestoodaloneuponapearlyplainandtheskyabovehimwaslitwithredmoons，manyandmanyofthemthathungtherelikelamps。
Spiritsbegantopasshim。Hecouldcatchsomethingoftheirsplendourastheyspedbywithincredibleswiftness；hecouldhearthemusicoftheirlaughter。Oneroseupathisside。ItwastheAsika，onlyathousandtimesmoresplendid；clothedinallthegloryofhell。