And when I tried to clasp you, the white grew so thick all about
me, and then I forgot for a while."
"You were very near then, Diamond, to knowing what my other name is. But
did I hurt you at all, dear boy? Would you be afraid of me if you had to
go through me again?"
"No. Why should I? It was delicious to forget like that! It was like
going into the softest and sweetest sleep! I should be glad enough to do
it again, if it was only to get another peep at the country at your
back."
"But you did not then see the real country at the back of the north
wind, Diamond," said North Wind.
"Didn't I, North Wind? Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought I did. What did I
see?"
"Only a picture of it--a sort of vision of it--and only while you seemed
to be asleep. The real country at my real back is ever so much more
beautiful than that. You shall see it one day--perhaps before very
long."
"Do they sing songs there?" asked Diamond.
"Yes," replied North Wind. "You have not forgotten the lovely river as
clear as glass that ran over and through the grass and flowers, have
you? Nor the soft sweet songs it was always singing?"
"No," said Diamond.
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