s； desires and ambitions； alien to my orderly and careful life； and then i would awake shuddering at the thought that some great imponderable being had swept through my mind。 it was indeed days before this feeling passed perfectly away； and even now； when i have sought refuge in the only definite faith； i feel a great tolerance for those people with incoherent personalities； who gather in the chapels and meeting？places of certain obscure sects； because i also have felt fixed habits and principles dissolving before a power； which was hysterica passio or sheer madness； if you will； but was so powerful in its melancholy exultation that i tremble lest it wake again and drive me from my new？found peace。
when we came in the grey light to the great half？empty terminus； it seemed to me i was so changed that i was no more； as man is； a moment shuddering at eternity； but eternity weeping and laughing over a moment； and when we had started and michael robartes had fallen asleep； as he soon did； his sleeping face； in which there was no sign of all that had so shaken me and that now kept me wakeful； was to my excited mind more like a mask than a face。 the fancy possessed me that the man behind it had dissolved away like salt in water； and that it laughed and sighed； appealed and denounced at the bidding of beings greater or less than man。 this is not michael robartes at all： michael robartes is dead； dead for ten； for twenty years perhaps； i kept repeating to myself。 i fell at last into a feverish sleep； waking up from time to time when we rushed past some little town； its slated roofs shining with wet； or still lake gleaming in the cold morning light。 i had been too pre？occupied to ask where we were going； or to notice what tickets michael robartes had taken； but i knew now from the direction of the sun that we were going westward； and presently i knew also； by the way in which the trees had grown into the semblance of tattered beggars flying with bent heads towards the east； that we were approaching the western coast。 then immediately i saw the sea between the low hills upon the left； its dull grey broken into white patches and lines。
when we left the train we had still； i found； some way to go； and set out； buttoning our coats about us； for the wind was bitter and violent。 michael robartes was silent； seeming anxious to leave me to my thoughts； and as we walked between the sea and the rocky side of a great promontory； i realized with a new perfection what a shock had been given to all my habits of thought and of feelings； if indeed some mysterious change had not taken place in the substance of my mind； for the grey waves； plumed with scudding foam； had grown part of a teeming； fantastic inner life； and when michael robartes pointed to a square ancient？looking house； with a much smaller and newer building under its lee； set out on the very end of a dilapidated and almost deserted pier； and said it was the temple of the alchemical rose； i was possessed with the phantasy that the sea； which kept covering it with showers of white foam； was claiming it as part of some indefinite and passionate life； which had begun to war upon our orderly and careful days； and was about to plunge the world into a night as obscure as that which followed the downfall of the classical world。 one part of my mind mocked this phantastic terror； but the other； the part that still lay half plunged in vision； listened to the clash of unknown armies； and shuddered at unimaginable fanaticisms； that hung in those grey leaping waves。
we had gone but a few paces along the pier when we came upon an old man； who was evidently a watchman； for he sat in an overset barrel； close to a place where masons had been lately working upon a break in the pier； and had in front of him a fire such as one sees slung under tinkers carts。 i saw that he was also a voteen； as the peasants say； for there was a rosary hanging from a nail on the rim of the barrel； and i saw i shuddered； and i did not know why i shuddered。 we had passed him a few yards when i heard him cry in gaelic； idolaters； idolaters； go down to hell with your witches and your devils； go down to hell that the herrings may e again into the bay； and for some moments i could hear him half screaming and half muttering behind us。 are you not afraid； i said； that these wild fishing people may do some desperate thing against you？
i and mine； he answered； are long past human hurt or help； being incorporate with immortal spirits； and when we die it shall be the consummation of the supreme work。 a time will e for these people also； and they will sacrifice a mullet to artemis； or some other fish to some new divinity； unless indeed their own divinities； the dagda； with his overflowing cauldron； lug； with his spear dipped in poppy？ juice lest it rush forth hot for battle。 aengus； with the three birds on his shoulder； bodb and his red swineherd； and all the heroic children of dana； set up once more their temples of grey stone。 their reign has never ceased； but only waned in power a little； for the sidhe still pass in every wind； and dance and play at hurley； and fight their sudden battles in every hollow and on every hill； but they cannot build their temples again till there have been martyrdoms and victories； and perhaps even that long？foretold battle in the valley of the black pig。
keeping close to the wall that went about the pier on the seaward side； to escape the driving foam and the wind； which threatened every moment to lift us off our feet； we made our way in silence to the door of the square building。 michael robartes opened it with a key； on which i saw the rust of many salt winds； and led me along a bare passage and up an uncarpeted stair to a little room surrounded with bookshelves。 a meal would be brought； but only of fruit； for i must submit to a tempered fast before the ceremony； he explained； and with it a book on the doctrine and method of the order； over which i was to spend what remained of the winter daylight。 he then left me； promising to return an hour before the ceremony。 i began searching among the bookshelves； and found one of the most exhaustive alchemical libraries i have ever seen。 there were the works of morienus； who hid his immortal body under a shirt of hair？cloth； of avicenna； who was a drunkard and yet controlled numberless legions of spirits； of alfarabi； who put so many spirits into his lute that he could make men laugh； or weep； or fall in deadly trance as he would； of lully； who transformed himself into the likeness of a red cock； of flamel； who with his wife parnella achieved the elixir many hundreds of years ago； and is fabled to live still in arabia among the dervishes； and of many of less fame。 there were very few mystics but alchemical mystics； and because； i had little doubt； of the devotion to one god of the greater number and of the limited sense of beauty； which robartes would hold an inevitable consequence； but i did notice a plete set of facsimiles of the prophetical writings of william blake； and probably because of the multitudes that thronged his illumination and were like the gay fishes on the wave when the moon sucks up the dew。 i noted also many poets and prose writers of every age； but only those who were a little weary of life； as indeed the greatest have been everywhere； and who cast their imagination to us； as a something they needed no longer now that they were going up in their fiery chariots。
presently i heard a tap at the door； and a woman came in and laid a little fruit upon the table。 i judged that she had once been handsome； but her cheeks were hollowed by what i would have held； had i seen her anywhere else； an excitement of the flesh and a thirst for pleasure； instead of which it doubtless was an excitement of the imagination and a thirst for beauty。 i asked her some question concerning the ceremony； but getting no answer except a shake of the head； saw that i must await initiation in silence。 when i had eaten； she came again； and having laid a curiously wrought bronze box on the table； lighted the candles； and took away the plates and the remnants。 so soon as i was alone； i turned to the box； and found that the peacocks of hera spread out their tails over the sides and lid； against a background； on which were wrought great stars； as though to affirm that the heavens were a part of their glory。 in the box was a book bound in vellum； and having upon the vellum and in very delicate colours； and in gold； the alchemical rose with many spears thrusting against it； but in vain； as was shown by the shattered points of those nearest to the petals。 the book was written upon vellum； and in beautiful clear letters； interspersed with symbolical pictures and illuminations； after the manner of the splendor soils。
the first chapter described how situdents； of celtic descent； gave themselves separately to the study of alchemy； and solved； one the mystery of the pelican； another the mystery of the green dragon； another the mystery of the eagle； another that of salt and mercury。 what seemed a succession of accidents； but was； the book declared； the contrivance of preternatural powers； brought them together in the garden of an inn in the south of france； and while they talked toge