zyni moe, the small snake, saw the cool river gleaming before him afar off and set out over the burning sand to reach it.
uldoon, the prophet, came out of the desert and followed up the bank of the river towards his old home. thirty years since uldoon had left the city, where he was born, to live his life in a silent place where he might search for the secret of the gods. the name of his home was the city by the river, and in that city many prophets taught concerning many gods, and men made many secrets for themselves, but all the while none knew the secret of the gods. nor might any seek to find it, for if any sought men said of him:
"this man sins, for he giveth no worship to the gods that speak to our prophets by starlight when none heareth."
and uldoon perceived that the mind of a man is as a garden, and that his thoughts are as the flowers, and the prophets of a man's city are as many gardeners who weed and trim, and who have made in the garden paths both smooth and straight, and only along these paths is a man's soul permitted to go lest the gardeners say, "this soul transgresseth." and from the paths the gardeners weed out every flower that grows, and in the garden they cut off all flowers that grow tall, saying:
"it is customary," and "it is written," and "this hath ever been," or "that hath not been before."
therefore uldoon saw that not in that city might he discover the secret of the gods. and uldoon said to the people:
"when the worlds began, the secret of the gods lay written clear over the whole earth, but the feet of many prophets have trampled it out. your prophets are all true men, but i go into the desert to find a truth which is truer than your prophets." therefore uldoon went into the desert and in storm and still he sought for many years. when the thunder roared over the mountains that limited the desert he sought the secret in the thunder, but the gods spake not by the thunder. when the voices of the beasts disturbed the stillness under the stars he sought the secret there, but the gods spake not by the beasts.
uldoon grew old and all the voices of the desert had spoken to uldoon, but not the gods, when one night he heard them whispering beyond the hills. and the gods whispered one to another, and turning their faces earthward they all wept. and uldoon though he saw not the gods yet saw their shadows turn as they went back to a great hollow in the hills; and there, all standing in the valley's mouth, they said:
"oh, morning zai, oh, oldest of the gods, the faith of thee is gone, and yesterday for the last time thy name was spoken upon earth." and turning earthward they all wept again. and the gods tore white clouds out of the sky and draped them about the body of morning zai and bore him forth from his valley behind the hills, and muffled the mountain peaks with snow, and beat upon their summits with drum sticks carved of ebony, playing the dirge of the gods. and the echoes rolled about the passes and the winds howled, because the faith of the olden days was gone, and with it had sped the soul of morning zai. so through the mountain passes the gods came at night bearing their dead father. and uldoon followed. and the gods came to a great sepulchre of onyx that stood upon four fluted pillars of white marble, each carved out of four mountains, and therein the gods laid morning zai because the old faith was fallen. and there at the tomb of their father the gods spake and uldoon heard the secret of the gods, and it became to him a simple thing such as a man might well guess—yet hath not. then the soul of the desert arose and cast over the tomb its wreath of forgetfulness devised of drifting sand, and the gods strode home across the mountains to their hollow land. but uldoon left the desert and travelled many days, and so came to the river where it passes beyond the city to seek the sea, and following its bank came near to his old home. and the people of the city by the river, seeing him far off, cried out:
"hast thou found the secret of the gods?"
and he answered:
"i have found it, and the secret of the gods is this"—:
zyni moe, the small snake, seeing the figure and the shadow of a man between him and the cool river, raised his head and struck once. and the gods are pleased with zyni moe, and have called him the protector of the secret of the gods.
