AVENUE of passage, laid down between courts of stone. He appeareth as a broad way running between gilded walls and towers, the great facades standing in ranks on either hand like the palaces of a dry kingdom, the floor of the realm scattered with golden scrub. His office is to conduct the wanderer as a procession of one: whoever walks here walks between kings, and the kings, having stood some million years, are in no hurry to acknowledge it. The light comes low and gilds the eastern faces and leaves the western dark. He is brother in office to the Way Among Giants, but his giants are dead stone, and keep a colder court.
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