become parched, and it will be dust and ashes to her."
Jotin remained silent. He could not decide whether it was true or not, and whether it was a matter of regret or otherwise, that the world would become distasteful to Mani for want of him. The stars seemed to whisper in his heart:
"Indeed it is true. We have been watching for thousands of years, and know that all these great preparations for enjoyment are but vanity."
Jotin sighed and said: "We cannot leave behind us what is really worth giving."
"It's no trifle you are giving, dearest. I only pray she may have the power to know the value of what is given her."
"Give me a little more of that pomegranate juice, Mashi; I'm thirsty. Did Mani come to me yesterday, I wonder?"
"Yes, she came, but you were asleep. She sat by your head, fanning you for a long time, and then went away to get your clothes washed."
"How wonderful! I believe I was dreaming that very moment that Mani was trying to enter my
