A Syrup of the Bees

ve even lost their hands.[7] And accordingly they entered, each into his own image, and remained absolutely still, as though the stone was just the stone it always was, and nothing more. And yet those stony deities glistened in the full moon's light, as though the presence of deity had lent them lustre of their own, that laughed as though to say: See, now we are as white as the very foam at our feet.

[Footnote 6: The real divinity of a Hindoo temple is not the images outside on its walls, but the symbol (whatever it be) inside.]

[Footnote 7: A common feature throughout India. Everywhere they went, the devotees of the Koran used to smash and maim the Hindoo idols.]

So as they stood, silent, and listening to the sound of the sea, all at once there came a man who ran towards them. And taking off his turban, he cast it at the great god's feet, and fell on his face himself. And after a while, he looked up, and joined his hands, and said: O thou Enemy of Love, now there is absolutely no help fo