ing, but let her put me to bed as usual, but when she turned out the light and went away I waited a little while and then called out softly. "Illusion! Illusion!"
At once Guru came for the first time. He bowed, the way he always has since, and said: "I have been waiting."
"I didn't know that was the way to call you," I said.
"Whenever you want me I will be ready. I will teach you, Peter—if you want to learn. Do you know what I will teach you?"
"If you will teach me about the grey thing on the wall," I said, "I will listen. And if you will teach me about real things and unreal things I will listen."
"These things," he said thoughtfully, "very few wish to learn. And there are some things that nobody ever wished to learn. And there are some things that I will not teach."
Then I said: "The things nobody has ever wished to learn I will learn. And I will even learn the things you do not wish to teach."
He smiled mockingly. "A master has come," he said, half-laughing. "A master of Guru."
That was how I learned his name. And that night he taught me a word which would do little things, like spoiling food.
From that day, to the time I saw him last night he has not changed at all, though now I am as tall as he is. His skin is still as dry and shiny as ever it was, and his face is still bony, crowned by a head of very coarse, black hair.
When I was ten years old I went to bed one night only long enough
to make Joe and Clara suppose I was fast asleep. I left in my place something
which appears when you say one of the words of Guru and went
down the drainpipe outside my window. It always was easy to climb
down and up, ever since I was eight years old.
I met Guru in Inwood Hill Park. "You're late," he said.
"Not too late," I answered. "I know it's never too late for one of these things."
"How do you know?" he asked sharply. "This is your first." "And maybe my last," I replied. "I don't like the idea of it. If I have nothing more to learn from my second than my first I shan't go to another."
"You don't know," he said. "You don't know what it's like—the voices,
