Thrice the great ram cried out in its death throes. Thrice the golden calf assumed a horn for its crown. And suddenly she raised her right hand of bone, whereupon the Seventh Seal of the Gates of Horn and Ivory broke. As if stricken by some blasting spell they burst asunder: there was a flash of searing lightning, and the gates tumbled in riven fragments to the ground.
Out walked the King Beneath the Mountain. A man in humble gray robes, he seemed insignificant against the fires beyond, grown to a vast inferno encircling the world. Out walked the King Beneath the Mountain, through the cavern out of which many kings had passed before, and all fell down to kiss his feet.
Before him went his herald, a knight in shining armor upon a white horse, Lucifax; Lucifax, who alone among the free horses of the earth suffered this rider to mount him, cantering at the speed of film, steadfast as the wing-beats of the eagle in the skies above.
"You must return. It is time," said the herald, and the shrunken old man walked through the riven gates. "Go forth and harrow the abyss set before you! Rise into the light that awaits all true and loyal men!"
The King under the Mountain flung back his gray hood; and behold! he had a white beard, and a red flannel shirt, and a wooden crown, and in the crown were set three shining white jewels. The red fires turned his white hair to gold in their light. From a jolly smiling mouth there came a mirthful cry of laughter.
"Young fool!" he cried. "Young fool! This is our hour. We are the Resurrection and the Life. Let us go forth and multiply!" And with that he lifted high the ivory scepter in his rjght hand, and it shone like crystal in the light of the sunrise.
The herald took the three jewels from the wooden crown, and cast them each into a different place; the first into the sky; the second into the dark caverns of the barren earth; and the third into a lake of fire.
And in that very moment, away behind in some cavern of the Mountain, a calf bleated thrice. Shrill and clear she crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death, and in the waters far away, and in the deepest reaches of the Earth, was coming with the dawn.
The sky, which had been blackly red, turned purple and then blue with the new dawn; the earth grew flowers and trees and fruits; and the lake of fire was quelled, and became an ocean of blue waters.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Xanadu’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the East wildly blowing. Utapau had come at last.
And light and life and the Power of Love held unshakeable dominion over all.