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“Who are you?” asked Shasta.

“Myself,” said the Voice, very deep and low, so that the earth shook: and again “Myself,“ loud and clear and gay: and then the third time “Myself,“ whispered so softly you could hardly hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it.

Mentally, I’m in the home of the Hermit of the Southern March.

“He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed, your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one.