I saw
a flash of light, and a curtain was drawn back. A room was found within that
only a fallen candle could illumine. It was the unknown place. That dark,
hidden, innermost room within each living fiery stone. Of course, they had
guessed of its existence, but not that they were known there, and that nothing
could hide what they were there. While some tried desperately to hide from the
sharp lit candles, others heard, and exchanged their inert darkness there,
within their inner room, for precious growing things; beautiful things. And its
doors were made of living pearl, and its floors of pure gold like transparent
glass. And to the inner lining of the room there were twelve living gems: Jasper,
Sapphire, Chalcedony, Emerald, Sardonyx, Sardius, Chrysolyte, Beryl, Topaz, Chrysoprasus,
Jacinth, Amethyst! So that in the end, with no darkness at all in them there, all
that could be said of them might be written on a single emerald, that they
might reign as kings in life; and live as lowly servants upon the earth.
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