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The Shaping of the Shining OneWE REACHED what I knew to be Lakla's own boudoir, if Imay so call it.Smaller than any of the other chambers of the domed castle in which we had been, its intimacy was re-vealed not only by its faint fragrance but by its high mir-rors of polished silver and various oddly wrought articles of the feminine toilet that lay here and there; things I after-ward knew to be the work of the artisans of the _Akka_--and no mean metal workers were they.One of the window slits dropped almost to the floor, and at its base was a wide, comfortably cushioned seat commanding a view of the bridge and of the cavern ledge.To this the handmaiden beckoned us; sank upon it, drew Larry down beside her and motioned me to sit close to him.

"Now this," she said, "is what the Silent Ones have com-manded me to tell you two: To you Larry, that knowing you may weigh all things in your mind and answer as your spirit bids you a question that the Three will ask--and what that is I know not," she murmured, "and I, they say, must answer, too--and it--frightens me!"The great golden eyes widened; darkened with dread; she sighed, shook her head impatiently.

"Not like us, and never like us," she spoke low, wonder-ingly, "the Silent Ones say were they.Nor were those from which they sprang like those from which we have come.

Ancient, ancient beyond thought are the _Taithu_, the race of the Silent Ones.Far, far below this place where now we sit, close to earth heart itself were they born; and there they dwelt for time upon time, _laya_ upon _laya_ upon _laya_--with others, not like them, some of which have vanished time upon time agone, others that still dwell--below--in their--cradle.

"It is hard"--she hesitated--"hard to tell this--that slips through my mind--because I know so little that even as the Three told it to me it passed from me for lack of place to stand upon," she went on, quaintly."Something there was of time when earth and sun were but cold mists in the--the heavens--something of these mists drawing together, whirling, whirling, faster and faster--drawing as they whirled more and more of the mists--growing larger, grow-ing warm--forming at last into the globes they are, with others spinning around the sun--something of regions within this globe where vast fire was prisoned and bursting forth tore and rent the young orb--of one such bursting forth that sent what you call moon flying out to company us and left behind those spaces whence we now dwell--and of--of life particles that here and there below grew into the race of the Silent Ones, and those others--but not the _Akka_ which, like you, they say came from above--and all this I do not understand--do you, Goodwin?" she appealed to me.

I nodded--for what she had related so fragmentarily was in reality an excellent approach to the Chamberlain-Moulton theory of a coalescing nebula contracting into the sun and its planets.

Astonishing was the recognition of this theory.Even more so was the reference to the life particles, the idea of Arrhen-ius, the great Swede, of life starting on earth through the dropping of minute, life SPORES, propelled through space by the driving power of light and, encountering favourable environment here, developing through the vast ages into man and every other living thing we know.1*1 Professor Svante August Arrhenius, in his _Worlds in the Making_--the conception that life is universally diffused, constantly emitted from all habitable worlds in the form of spores which traverse space for years and ages, the majority being ultimately destroyed by the heat of some blazing star, but some few finding a resting-place on globes which have reached the habitable stage.--W.T.G.

Nor was it incredible that in the ancient nebula that was the matrix of our solar system similar, or rather DISSIMILAR, particles in all but the subtle essence we call life, might have become entangled and, resisting every cataclysm as they had resisted the absolute zero of outer space, found in these caverned spaces their proper environment to develop into the race of the Silent Ones and--only THEY could tell what else!

"They say," the handmaiden's voice was surer, "they say that in their--cradle--near earth's heart they grew; grew untroubled by the turmoil and disorder which flayed the surface of this globe.And they say it was a place of light and that strength came to them from earth heart--strength greater than you and those from which you sprang ever de-rived from sun.

"At last, ancient, ancient beyond all thought, they say again, was this time--they began to know, to--to--realize--themselves.And wisdom came ever more swiftly.Up from their cradle, because they did not wish to dwell longer with those--others--they came and found this place.

"When all the face of earth was covered with waters in which lived only tiny, hungry things that knew naught save hunger and its satisfaction, THEY had attained wisdom that enabled them to make paths such as we have just travelled and to look out upon those waters! And _laya_ upon _laya_thereafter, time upon time, they went upon the paths and watched the flood recede; saw great bare flats of steaming ooze appear on which crawled and splashed larger things which had grown from the tiny hungry ones; watched the flats rise higher and higher and green life begin to clothe them; saw mountains uplift and vanish.

"Ever the green life waxed and the things which crept and crawled grew greater and took ever different forms;until at last came a time when the steaming mists lightened and the things which had begun as little more than tiny hungry mouths were huge and monstrous, so huge that the tallest of my _Akka_ would not have reached the knee of the smallest of them.

"But in none of these, in NONE, was there--realization--of themselves, say the Three; naught but hunger driving, al-ways driving them to still its crying.