"SATURN!" said Dave to Fidelia; they were pointing out stars.
"Which one?"
He showed her.
"How does that go?" said Fidelia.
"About in the same path as the moon, if the moon was up."
"I remember," Fidelia continued. She had not been thinking about the movement of the planet.
"'Up from Earth's center, through the Seventh Gate,'"
she repeated,
"'I rose and on the throne of Saturn sate.'"
She asked: "Do you mind saying it 'sate' to rhyme with 'gate'?"
"No," said Dave. "Go on."
"'And many a knot unravel'd by the Road,
But not the master-knot of human Fate.
"'There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the veil through which I could not see.
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
There was—and then no more of Thee and Me.'"
She asked: "That's beautiful, isn't it?" She loved the run of the words; she liked the fatalistic thought. It excited her pleasantly.
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