anyone in to see ;

    quot;Is ;

    quot;I dont t any race of a blo;

    quot;Do you t could be ;

    quot;I  rule t out. Do  dispute, an insult? t ainly explain it.quot;

    quot;e kno no one is alloo see ay il o. If anyts in t.quot;

    Before leaving, t once more over t of t to aken to art. oo, o see er. But Narcissus ainly rig: not all our striving! ful of t rig no one in till a novice,  been consecrated,  a monk, and  t ile? God alone knely y.

    It y, dizzy.   not  t; it didnt matter. But range land of experience urned? o some far-a also frigtable—and yet ten it.  been?   t o  had vanished again?

    ened deeply inside o t place from oday, angles of images rose before  of roses. t! ! Again he fell asleep.

    As  all, radiant  time  ;You ten your c; But , found it. Narcissuss voice. Narcissus? In a flasains of rubbisfulness vanis  -blue eyes.

    Fatir, ly ood up.

    quot;Is someone in t; Goldmund asked.

    quot;It is I,  t on.quot;

    ed ts glow fell over his well-meaning, wrinkled face.

    quot;But am I ill?quot; asked the boy.

    quot;You fainted, son.  your s take a look at your pulse. ;

    quot;Fine. t tired.quot;

    quot;I bet you are. And youll go rigo sleep. But first youll  s all made and ready. Lets drain a mug togeto good fellows;

    a small pitc wine in readiness.

    quot;So ; laug;A fine nig keep aion, my boy. Not ttle secret drinking in t. Prosit.quot;

    Goldmund laugasted t ened; ast