#another world 3
In fact, they did not move, but it was the whole universe that moved, spiraling around them faster and faster. They were able to discover the unknown worlds on the edge of the infinite. Strange lights, forgotten worlds, streaked the intergalactic space, crossing each other, overlapping each other in an infinite circle.
He did not know where they were going. Where would he meet?
The speed of the light vessel is getting bigger and bigger. The space, which a moment before was all around the ship, tightened, as if it had been convulsed. As the speed increased, the universe narrowed, until it held only in a kind of little skylight in front of their eyes.
Around, it was the nothing. Just the observer's envelope. He did not know what they had become. His only certainty was that they were alive.
Everything accelerated again, as if it should not have an end. Then, suddenly, the condensed universe was crossed by a flash. The kind of little skylight, which had become the universe, broke into a thousand pieces, dispersing itself in infinite eternity. The giant kaleidoscope lasted only a limited time. Then, the pieces resumed their places. The universe had reformed. Everything was in its place. The speed of the vessel of light continued to increase ... Defying all the laws of physics, they went faster than the universe, faster than light, but did not explode, and did not come out no more. On the contrary, it was as if the universe had frozen, that time no longer existed. The only thing that seemed weird was this impression of inversion. The universe was as turned on itself.
After an extraordinary scroll of images and colors, they arrived at the threshold of a house.
It was comparable to those colonial-style houses in South Carolina. White, with huge columns, majestically planted on the patio covering the entrance to the house. The vegetation around it had been able to gird it gently. The fragrant scents embalmed the place, giving them an impression of calm, serenity, as never the man had known. Even the music was present. She came from nowhere, wandering between the trees and the flower beds that were around the house.
The golden pink light freed the travelers from their cocoon. They had arrived at their destination. The man took a few steps to see if this world was real. He knelt to pick up one of the flowers that covered this magnificent garden. He carried it to his nostrils, and perceived that the perfume of this flower could not be unreal. This whole story was strange, and reality was becoming more and more so. His companion watched him do, then she said to him:
"Now, I think your mind is strong enough to understand this world. You'll be able to live here without any problem. I warn you right now that the creative power that was given to you has no influence here. On the other hand, find the reason for your presence in these places. Seek to understand the meaning of your path ... And when you have found it, when the time comes, I will manifest myself again. If you ever succumb to this ordeal, I will suggest that you stay with us, or return to your old world. If you ever chose this path, then all this adventure would not be inscribed in your memory! Never forget, that you remain sole master of your destiny , and that only The One Who Knows, can still influence your decision. But for that, you will have to look for it. For what you have to undertake, I do not wish you good luck, because for this kind of mission, luck does not exist. An advice only! Use this wisdom that was yours before you darkened in despair. She never left you. It is buried in the depths of your soul, waiting to resurface! Now, go to your destiny. Our hopes lie in you. Be careful not to fall into the traps of ignorance, because they have already given up more than one, of those that "The One Who Knows" had sent me to seek! "
These last words uttered, the woman surrounded herself with the bubble of light, and disappeared from this new world. His traveling companion stayed there, planted in the garden of the property in the middle of the universe ... He did not know what to think ...
He remembered that he had fled the world and his decadent civilization, precisely so as not to have to deal with that obsolete authority that wanted to enslave him. He had sworn that his freedom was his only possession. No institution could ever take it back from him. At that moment of his story, there was someone to remind him of his homework. He had a job to do, and that task he had not chosen. What was this mission he should fulfill? She did not even put it on a track! And who could be this guy: "The One Who Knows"? He had never heard of it. He was tired of all these questions. So, he left, there, all this train of riddles. He would see later if they deserved to be resolved.
He felt attracted to this majestic home. She held out her arms, seemed to be hospitable. For nothing in the world, he would not have been far from this heavenly place that he had been given the leisure to live.
He climbed one by one the steps that led to the steps. The front door was open on a huge hall, windows were filtering the rays of light emanating from nowhere. The interior of the house was like the interior of a cathedral, so high were the vaults of its ceiling. The walls were covered with a rich decoration, with patterns resembling an unknown writing. In places, these inscriptions had been erased by the outrage of time, and left phrases drawn as if suspended in nothingness. The dust had covered the ground, rising in small clouds, with every step it took. It had the particularity of being red, while all the soil of this world was green. In places, small mounds, thicker, made him think, that furniture should have been there. Certainly this house had been deserted for a long time, to find itself in this state. Those who had inhabited it, had to go to seek other horizons, without hope to return one day.
While going around the owner, he noticed the dilapidation of the house. Some rooms were in a state of disrepair that would require work amounting to an astronomical sum. This last thought made him suddenly burst out laughing! Caught under the spell of the house, he had forgotten that he was no longer in his old world. Here, all the materialist notions had no more course. The only thing he had to do was concentrate. To imagine what could become of this house ... And in the blink of an eye, everything would be restored! No sooner said than done, he said to himself!
Unfortunately, he had forgotten what his traveling companion had told him. That in this place he no longer had this fabulous power. Then, resigning himself to his sad fate as the owner of an immense ruin, he undertook a great cleaning of the pieces which could be put in order with the means of the ship.
It was then that the house manifested itself. At the touch of the man she began to vibrate ... As if she was alive, and that the presence of the man had made her reborn. It was only in horror movies that we could see that, he told himself. And if the house devoured me raw?"
Mimicking what the house could do, Theodore had taken on the appearance of a gigantic ogre. Johanna had hidden herself behind the shoulder of one of the children who, older, was smiling at the fantastic of the story. Theodore approached him to look for Johanna, and with his claw-shaped hands, he tried to catch her. She drew a tear. The fear became greater. Then Theodore stood up, looking scornful. Turning his back on Johanna, he said.
"Have you ever seen a house that eats someone?"
He turned slowly to Johanna. The other children did the same, waiting for the little girl's answer. She dared to lift her head over her boyfriend's shoulder, and wiping her tears, mute, she nodded. All the children burst out laughing, and Theodore turned to say.
"Me neither!" And uniting with the laughter of the children, he resumed the course of his story ...
"The few days that passed, had not given time to the traveler, to find an explanation for the mysterious demonstrations, he was all absorbed in the restoration of his new home.
But all this time, he could feel the strength he had come in. She was getting more and more present every day, was it the house that was transmitting this force to him? He could not answer. present, and hovered around him, like an invisible guardian.
One day, the house was ready for the big awakening, at least part of it, because it had not felt the desire, to restore the entirety of all the rooms. by some strange affinities.
He decided to open the large windows on the ground floor, the fresh air entering the house, as if to breathe lungs, clogged for ages, the brightness of the sky of this new world, had this sparkling clarity that The walls, too, were covered with a painting of unreal shades, playing with the shadows, the pillars and cornices of the ceiling rising like a second interior sky.
All these days that passed, he had not felt tired.
On the contrary, the state of excitement that was his had prevented him from resting, and he had not noticed the weariness of his body. It was as if what he had just accomplished, had to be good for him, as for the house. And that, after all, it must have been an experience that would bear fruit later. Unable to stand upright, he let himself be overcome by a just fatigue. He lay down beside one of the windows, on the roughness of a huge slab of white marble, and with eyes ready to bask in the veil of Morpheus, he contemplated the evening's arrival. The stars of Juby's sky appear one after the other, followed by two moons, all as resplendent as that of his old world. But again, the light, and its effects, was different. The moons had an iridescent aspect of the gold that covered them.They did not seem to be cold like that of his old world. Their colors were moving, as if a light breeze was blowing over the surface of the two moons. All this show was very fabulous and conducive to a wakeful night, but he could not take it anymore, he fell asleep. Sleep had got the better of his resistance.
The next morning, when he opened his eyes, he could see that a meal had been served, and a table had been set up in the great room on the ground floor. Still in the vapors of sleep, he tried to open his eyes, and pinch himself to convince himself that he was not dreaming. No, it was not a dream. Everything was there at his disposal. He quickly put himself on his two legs, and instinctively he hurried to run to the door, to surprise him or those who wanted to play him this sleight of hand. Nobody at the door! Nobody around the house! He shouted, to be heard, but he received only an answer, that of the echo of his voice, going to get lost in the distance. More questioning than disappointed, he returned to the table that was intended for him.
"What a table!" Food from all regions of the universe was spread before his eyes. Dishes that only certain kings could have had the opportunity to taste, and all those things with unknown smells and flavors. Coming from worlds that we would never know, and who, like ambassadresses came to tease her nostrils and her palace, it was wonderful. Who could have resisted such an abundance of food? They did not stop filling themselves with all this lush food, the belly was called by explosive gurgles, so, rubbing his hands, he said:
"I still deserved a reward! And since it is proposed to me eat!"
He sat down in front of the big oak table, looked for the last time at this arrangement of dishes ... Then, as if he had become a hungry ogre, he stuffed himself with everything that could be within his reach. He ate, but so, until he was farting his belly, drunk by all the wines and nectars of the universe, he finally collapsed to the bottom of the throne that had supported him until then.
With falling arms, he let slip, from his hands, the last pieces of an unknown commodity, and that crystal chalice, from which the bluish liquid of a divine nectar was perishing. He was nursing his mother's breast, his eyes peered through the spicy and alcoholic vapors, as if to find himself, his eyelids heavy, unable to fight, he collapsed on the ground.
He was sleeping there, lying on the floor, coiled like an infant, and in his slumber he could not see the appearance of the pink light that preceded the woman's coming.
She had just reappeared, as if she had to be a kind of guardian. He had just relied on his instincts, and that was not the taste of The One Who Knows. Not to let him get lost in the vagaries of his species. He had to evolve towards what was to be his destiny. Otherwise, all their efforts would have been in vain ...
The day was going on. He continued to sleep, to sleep again and again, as if he had a long sleep delay to recover.
The night was approaching and his condition still had not improved. The woman was still standing by his side, showing no impatience. Just waiting for him to wake up, but she wondered if the one she had been in charge of driving in this place, would not have slept for eternity? She watched him again all night without his noticing anything.
The next morning, his head resonating like a thousand chimes, he at last emerged from his shipwreck the day before, and painfully he managed to bring his hands close to his face, and, holding on to his poor knuckle, he grumbled: "Why?"
This first word, as pasty as it was heavy with meaning, was not to astonish the woman who was kneeling beside him.
Like a mother, she took her head against his breast, ready to comfort him with a bad action he had just committed, but whose meaning he did not know.
"Do not think about it anymore," she told him. "I came to join you, The One Who Knows told me that you would need my help ..."
The mind still clouded, he could not understand the meaning of these words, he just felt a little comforted, it seemed to him that she was always there, when everything was bad, but he could not to understand what they wanted him to do, certainly, to have a way to go, or to fulfill the purposes of any entity he did not know, but no one had yet put him on the path of understanding Normal, that he wastes his time in simple actions! What was less so was this omnipresent feeling, that He who knows should perhaps make lightning speak, so that destiny is accomplished.
Did he not ask that this man be taught the meaning of the various paths he should take? Of course, the One Who Knows knew the law of free will, that which gave each one the leisure to follow or not to follow his path ... With all the consequences that would entail, but for our man, it seems that this decision had to follow another law.The one who knows should not have any more time in front of him. To finish, and nobody would know anything about it. The urgency was that the traveler should set out on the road! And on the right track! And what matter his avatars, he would be, anyway, followed by the envoys of Him who knows.
He was not even aware of the danger he had just escaped. He looked up at his traveling companion, and gave her a hello to the scents of alcohol.
"What a surprise to find you there," he told her. "Are you there to contemplate your work?"
He seemed to be full of just bitterness towards the woman, as if he wanted her to get carried away, and finally tell her the truth. He continued, getting carried away like a child who could not have had it. he had desired.
"I did play you ... All as you are! Your plan flew up in smoke, I'm no different from the others!" He tried to hear a sign of annoyance from the woman. She remained impassive. He went on to say again. "That it may be this experience that you lead to people who have not asked you anything. You come into their lives, you make them shine with beautiful things, and then suddenly, ( he snapped his fingers ), you took away the best of them, to make them guilty, to be men of nothing. Why did you make me discover all the possibilities that I could have, and take them away from me? What kind of monster are you? "
The anger made him scarlet. The woman was not disturbed by it, she remained calm, was she sure he was still under the influence of alcohol? she herself, that time would take care of the impatience of her companion.
Time, could she tell him that they did not have any. The only thing she was sure of was that all the bad things in her had just come up. He spit out all his venom and, like a kid, began to cry. She knew that by telling him the way to go, he would start and carry out his mission.
In his sobs he continued to rattle all sorts of insanities, wanting to make the manipulators of his life admit that he would not follow them.
"I'm not like one of you!" He exclaimed. "Could not you leave me alone, if I'm in a kind of paradise, and leave me there, and forget about me!"
He rolled his eyes, thinking to see and hear a warning from The One Who Knows, but nothing happened.
"You talk about weird people, he said, mumbling between his teeth. They put you in a paradise, give you tremendous powers, and then, because you have a guy named The One Who Knows, they take you away. All the same, I do not care. They can keep their damn powers to themselves! And then their paradise too, let them keep it for themselves ... Hic ... "
He had just given them an arm of honor, the last glimmer of a revanchist spirit, of a revolutionary lost in the meanders of an invisible power, which no army could have fought.
The sweetness of the woman, the confidence she had in her traveling companion, all that had to be her workhorse, nothing to shake her. She too had a mission to accomplish. But she was more seasoned with the wars of the spirit.
It was not the first time she had followed him in the most tragic adventures he had had to endure. She had the certainty of a mother, that this child of the world had in him a greatness of soul which he did not suspect, and that someone must make him discover. He had refused honor and power, while it was the rule of his world. He had fled a society that was no longer looking for Love, but material success. He had dreamed of a world where Love would be the condition of success, the main criterion. But men no longer loved each other. They possess each other, against each other.
Now that she had revealed herself to him, she could not let him get bogged down in the swamp of his human inclinations for material life.
She had to make him discover the meaning of the Love he had forgotten, not finding it around him. Rediscovering a love without passion, without possession. Could it be possible? He was still a man, with all his qualities, but also with all his faults. Would she be a possessive mother, an exclusive lover, or a hugging big sister?
In the past, she had already had this kind of work to do. Those she came to help did not understand the meaning of their path, but she could not be held responsible. Only The One Who Knows pulls the strings. She was only the messenger. He did not let her see all the ends of the Way, keeping the last word for the end. She knew that the only way to touch a lost soul was to lecture her a little. The reaction that followed was then the basis of his action. To know what could be drawn from the depths of the beings she witnessed was the assurance of the success of her mission.
She was still looking at him. He, still in his arms, let himself go, the wave to the soul, as if he no longer had any grievance against anyone. At that moment, she knew that she could speak that the words spoken could be heard by his companion.
"The one who knows sent me to you again, and this so that I serve you as a guide in this world. It seems that you were not prepared enough to go to this place. We therefore assume responsibility. But, I beg you, try to understand this desire which animates us and which allowed us to choose you ... "
He noticed that the tone of the woman's voice had changed. It was as if she had just lost poise she had shown before. Even, the brilliance of his eyes had lost his strength. He cut off his speech, as if to destabilize it better, and ordered him to answer all his questions. Otherwise, they let them all fall, like old socks. He hoped she would get away. She, on the contrary to what he hoped for, remained this sweet apparition with eyes full of love.
"Of course, you never asked for anything. That's what you said to yourself, but in the depths of your feelings, did you never pray hard, so that your lot would be better? Never prayed that the fate of your fellows may be less tragic, have you ever felt the least regret about your past actions? "
He listened, his eyes wide open, his mouth open, dumb, but not letting any words in. He could not give an answer, so sudden were all these arguments. Seeing that he was petrified by his words, she went on:
"Yes, of course, do you feel remorse. You are an integral part of a system that did not suit you." Every day that passed, you refused more and more, and this despite the love that you bore to yours You had in you the rage to see this world sink into the most terrible errors of judgment You were sorry to see the leaders commit crazy actions Your congeners became helpless, deaf and The blind were letting themselves be led in. We heard your grievances, your cries of rage, and it took us time to intervene near you ... Do not you trust anyone anymore, but we are here together. If you want it, give me what remains of this trust, and I will show you what is the way you have to go, this road that we can follow together. "
He was still speechless. He felt his Adam's apple ricochet in his throat. An intense emotion took hold of him. His eyes became moist, and for a little while he started crying. He had just failed, in his desire to lose his constancy, to the one who had brought him to this place. She had just lectured him, but gently. With that delicacy that suited him so well. Then, to perfect the feeling that animated him, she hastened to press harder against her, cradling him like a child to console. He felt his reassuring heart beat, and let the sadness that had gripped him fade away.
They stayed in each other's arms until he stood up and together they stood up, as if the challenge had been raised too.
Somewhere, in the depths of him, he had regained the lost feeling: Love, he was afraid of it, but did not care. A force greater than fear had just invaded him, and a warm affection. This change was so sudden that even the woman was surprised at the emotional amount they were shedding together. A change had just occurred. The mother gave way to the lover.
Their eyes met, until they melted into each other. Without a word being spoken, each of them could feel the feelings of the other. Sharing the emotions. Intensity of a buried love for many years, who only wanted to reappear, cured of the evils he had endured.
For her, the surprise was even greater, because The One Who Knows did not tell her what would happen. Hhe had been so much the mother of those she had helped, that she did not remember, that could be the feeling of love between a man and a woman.
She, too, had forgotten her condition as a woman, to become an archetype of the mother. Two amorous feelings, as different, but with the same origin. Even more curious was the transformation she felt. No sense of guilt. What was happening, was normal. She became her equal. Together, they would do no more than a love for Love.
How can two beings, as far apart from each other, both in space and time, be able to find each other in an instant, exchange their souls and merge in perfect unity? One had given up hope. The other, on the contrary, gave birth to this feeling. The one who gave what he had to the one who no longer had, received what he had conceded to the other, without missing anything.
They caressed each other with their fingertips ... On such different bodies, the vibrant discovery, mute to the emotions, transcended all the words, only sensations ... Fugitive images ... For each of these two beings, remained only the search for explanations in the depths of their past. But in this case, no image. Pure emotion, without reason. The heat of a fire burning in the center of the chest ... Irradiating all the body, making it shiver as if it were cold. Hot bodies, quivering, intertwined, never leave each other. Their sparkling eyes shot into each other, wet with unrestrained emotion. What remains for them to share, that their lips trembling with love, afraid of the words of love that they could pronounce ... The eyes close, so that each of the lovers feels more deeply this feeling so much sought after. Let them drink the essence until they are drunk! Sweetness of this new moment of Love, where time stops to give way to the eternity of Love ... Hearts are racing. The gestures are less precise. The devouring fire of a feeling so long to repress, sweeps over the two newborns of Love. They are lost. They drown. But they are united in their feelings. Nothing could happen, which does not disturb their plans.
The two bodies stretched out on the floor side by side, hug each other again and again, freeing the keys of a possible future. So the feeling is even greater.The words exchanged, are only brief sounds rising to the oldest generation of these two beings.They do not have the same language but understand each other.At each sound, is attributed an act.The same for all! All for the same.A pulse from elsewhere, without reason that of a boiling heart ready to explode, to die of love, filled with an overflowing affection, to lose nothing of those few magical moments when life and death no longer have any reason to exist. Suspend your flight, let this moment be eternal forever.
They were so strong in each other that even the whole house began to vibrate. The still obscure rooms of the house began to glow with indefinable clarity, and all became beautiful, simply, as if by a miracle.
But nothing could be eternal, even their noble feelings. They could not remain in this state of bliss, without the way being done. She was the first to realize that something else had to be done. To walk together on this common road and she still had so much to discover.
From her fine mouth, she let out a last loving breath. His body was covered with a thin film moist and salty, some drops went to land in the hollow of his belly still hot.
He stroked her again, seeking the last moments of warmth, tasting her vibrant skin under the yoke of her burning kisses. She still took his head between her fine hands, loosing her fingers in her hair. She arched one more time, full of the desire that held her ... That nothing stops! So much desire could not be extinguished in a moment. The fire, had declared itself and gnawing, until there remains the only part of their two bodies that was not consumed. He was still hugging her. Do not let go! Do not lose it! Or lose it forever! Her long golden hair stuck to her rosy cheeks. His tongue passed over his dry lips. She closed her eyes again, letting herself go in a swinging motion. His arms closed on the shoulders of his uncovered love. His white thighs hugged the hips of his companion, to make him lose breath. He held her, hands in the hollow of his alabaster loins, sliding on his dripping skin of desire. Then, at the moment when the desire had almost completely consumed them, a strange light was emerging between them. On the belly of the woman a tiny flame grew to encompass them completely. An indefinable color surrounded them, and it was not like that glow that had allowed them to come into this world. She was very different. Then, as she had appeared, she had disappeared. A flash as brief as intense.
Desire had consumed them perfectly. They rested on the cold floor of the house, their two hearts still pounding, hand in hand, their eyes not separating one from the other ...
"I do not want to lose you anymore!"
The end of the day came, and all in all, she had just finished rather better than she had started, Tomorrow would be another day ... Surely another day of love ...
In the morning, Juby's rays of sun came to rest on the two bodies intertwined and still filled with the tiredness of the day before, and they opened their eyes to the beloved, as if they were opening their eyes to a new world. They sketched a shy smile and he gently placed his lips on his girlfriend's cheek, a wink of the eyes, to keep in her a feeling of intense happiness. They opened them, they shone more than originally. She put her long arms around her companion's neck, and languidly she kissed him ...
"Hello love," she told him.
"Hello love," he replied.
They still spoke to each other with the eyes of love, but on this new day, they had to take stock of what they would become.
"Why do not we stay in this wonderful world," he said, "we have everything we can desire, you know what to do, so that everything appears as if by magic. And then, with you, helped as you are by The One Who Knows, we have nothing to fear. "
For a moment her companion seemed to lose the expression of the happiness that had transfigured her face. She looked up at Juby's sky, as if to look for The One Who Knows. He had to give her advice. She was feeling guilty. It was the first time a mission had been this way. Certainly, she felt pleasure, but still felt guilty to have returned to instincts she thought to have repressed in the depths of his being. The invisible malicious did not answer. She thought that she had just lost her ability to be a messenger. She too would be left alone in front of her? She began to understand, what could have been the origin of the anger of his companion, when he had been separated from his powers. They both remained unaware of how long this special treatment would last. There was no other solution than to conceive a future in this enchanting world, where everything was once again in harmony. They had the chance to live a love that would last forever.
The days passed without the flame of desire burning, and their happiness was complete.
One day, however, they realized that something was missing. All the love they had for each other, they could not share it, let it be known. To see them so happy together. Were they to be selfish? To hide their feelings?
Together, they made the decision, that only a child, with new eyes, could understand and receive their love. Share, to live through the one who receives. They thought of all the time they had been in each other.The moment to have a child would have come. But nothing had happened. They did not understand what had happened. She explained to him that in his case things were not going that way. Certainly she had all the forms of a woman like those he had known. But as for conceiving a child, it was different in this world. She explained to him the simplest thing that his human ears could understand.The conception, as he knew it, was in fact only the result of a strong emotional thought, and it was this thought that was later manifested in the carnal conception. The beings were constructed, were elaborated in the thought of the parents, to complete themselves and to be realized when the time came. Only these beings could reach the understanding of the sharing of Love. If, unfortunately, one of the parents did not know how to conceive the image of his future child, this child would be half-formed, and thus separated from his parent's love. She made him understand the terrible responsibility that this entailed. They shared perfectly. But was he sure of being able to develop a being and to share himself in him, without losing his companion? He understood, what could be the tragedy of a failed experiment. But, he felt so happy that he was ready to face the terrible experience of the conception of a being of flesh. He had just understood that what he had received as power in the other world was, perhaps, the beginnings of an explanation of what he had to do here. The powers had not been taken away from him, but put to sleep when the time came. These powers, he was not to use for sterile purposes, but for a cause whose purpose he did not know.
He let her know that he agreed to know how to operate. The moment was serious. She knew that what she was going to try did not go in the right direction, but did she have a choice? His eyes scanned the depth of his companion's soul. She wanted to be sure. Then, again, she turned to the sky. Raising her long arms, she invoked the one who knows ... that he helps her in his judgment ...
Tears beaded on his white cheeks, but at the same time a smile appeared on his face. He noticed the thing, but did not care more about it. He simply wanted to know the decision of the Invisible ...
"So ? "He said to her, hands outstretched towards her." What does he say about all this your boss?"
A little embarrassed, the mine doubtful, she lowered her arms, and turned to him.
"I think He agrees, but ..." She stopped short, as her eyes suddenly turned to the sky. It was as if something or someone had interpolated it.
"But what?" He said. "What do you want to hide from me, are we not going to share everything?"
She was troubled. She did not know what to say to him. There were two feelings fighting in her, and she could not say anything. He would not understand. Later he would know the truth. But for the moment she had to remain silent. This was the will of The One Who Knows! The way was to be traveled, and no matter what was to happen to those who would walk on it. Passing over the terrible truth that would remain forever shut up within her, she would initiate her companion to the rites of childbirth.