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at the rushing noise of the sword coming down out of the sky, and Wilson of Bayswater was smashed and wiped down upon the floor like a fly. Nothing was left of him but a wreck; but the blade that had broken him was broken. In dying he had snapped the great sword and the spell of it; the sword of Wayne was broken at the hilt. One rush of the enemy carried Wayne by force against the tree. They were too close to use halberd or even sword; they were breast to breast, even nostrils to nostrils. But Buck got his dagger free.

โ€œKill him!โ€ he cried, in a strange stifled voice. โ€œKill him! Good or bad, he is none of us! Do not be blinded by the face!โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ God! have we not been blinded all along!โ€ and he drew his arm back for a stab, and seemed to close his eyes.

Wayne did not drop the hand that hung on to the tree-branch. But a mighty heave went over his breast and his whole huge figure, like an earthquake over great hills. And with that convulsion of effort he rent the branch out of the tree, with tongues of torn wood; and, swaying it once only, he let the splintered club fall on Buck, breaking his neck. The planner of the Great Road fell face foremost dead, with his dagger in a grip of steel.

โ€œFor you and me, and for all brave men, my brother,โ€ said Wayne, in his strange chant, โ€œthere is good wine poured in the inn at the end of the world.โ€

The packed men made another lurch or heave towards him; it was almost too dark to fight clearly. He caught hold of the oak again, this time getting his hand into a wide crevice and grasping, as it were, the bowels of the tree. The whole crowd, numbering some thirty men, made a rush to tear him away from it; they hung on with all their weight and numbers, and nothing stirred. A solitude could not have been stiller than that group of straining men. Then there was a faint sound.

โ€œHis hand is slipping,โ€ cried two men in exultation.

โ€œYou donโ€™t know much of him,โ€ said another, grimly (a man of the old war). โ€œMore likely his bone cracks.โ€

โ€œIt is neitherโ โ€”by God, it is neither!โ€ said one of the first two.

โ€œWhat is it, then?โ€ asked the second.

โ€œThe tree is falling,โ€ he replied.

โ€œAs the tree falleth, so shall it lie,โ€ said Wayneโ€™s voice out of the darkness, and it had the same sweet and yet horrible air that it had had throughout, of coming from a great distance, from before or after the event. Even when he was struggling like an eel or battering like a madman, he spoke like a spectator. โ€œAs the tree falleth, so shall it lie,โ€ he said. โ€œMen have called that a gloomy text. It is the essence of all exultation. I am doing now what I have done all my life, what is the only happiness, what is the only universality. I am clinging to something. Let it fall, and there let it lie. Fools, you go about and see the kingdoms of the Earth, and are liberal and wise and cosmopolitan, which is all that the devil can give youโ โ€”all that he could offer to Christ, only to be spurned away. I am doing what the truly wise do. When a child goes out into the garden and takes hold of a tree, saying, โ€˜Let this tree be all I have,โ€™ that moment its roots take hold on hell and its branches on the stars. The joy I have is what the lover knows when a woman is everything. It is what a savage knows when his idol is everything. It is what I know when Notting Hill is everything. I have a city. Let it stand or fall.โ€

As he spoke, the turf lifted itself like a living thing, and out of it rose slowly, like crested serpents, the roots of the oak. Then the great head of the tree, that seemed a green cloud among grey ones, swept the sky suddenly like a broom, and the whole tree heeled over like a ship, smashing everyone in its fall.

III Two Voices

In a place in which there was total darkness for hours, there was also for hours total silence. Then a voice spoke out of the darkness, no one could have told from where, and said aloudโ โ€”

โ€œSo ends the Empire of Notting Hill. As it began in blood, so it ended in blood, and all things are always the same.โ€

And there was silence again, and then again there was a voice, but it had not the same tone; it seemed that it was not the same voice.

โ€œIf all things are always the same, it is because they are always heroic. If all things are always the same, it is because they are always new. To each man one soul only is given; to each soul only is given a little powerโ โ€”the power at some moments to outgrow and swallow up the stars. If age after age that power comes upon men, whatever gives it to them is great. Whatever makes men feel old is meanโ โ€”an empire or a skinflint shop. Whatever makes men feel young is greatโ โ€”a great war or a love-story. And in the darkest of the books of God there is written a truth that is also a riddle. It is of the new things that men tireโ โ€”of fashions and proposals and improvements and change. It is the old things that startle and intoxicate. It is the old things that are young. There is no sceptic who does not feel that many have doubted before. There is no rich and fickle man who does not feel that all his novelties are ancient. There is no worshipper of change who does not feel upon his neck the vast weight of the weariness of the universe. But we

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