ABSTRACT
But the horses didn’t want it-they swerved apart; the earth didn’t want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single-fi le; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they issued from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn’t want it, they said in their hundred voices, ‘No, not yet,’ and the sky said, ‘No, not there.’1
