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Privileged to study with the scholarly Starwatchers---

Prince, Poet, and Prefect, according to the world's

last knowledge of them (and we, their apprentices,

eager and glad to maintain their anonymity:

this according to protocols of utmost loyalty,

which the powers that govern no longer understood)---

I was with them, that morning before the dawn,

when the Star, the Herald of the Great One,

rose ahead of the given day's sustenant Sun.  And

they, good observers, checked and rechecked their

ancient charts, until the solar effulgence had

overtaken the Holy Messenger.  Then they entered the

repository of sacred scrolls, and opened the most

ancient of them (so weathered it seemed ready to

crumble beneath their trembling but careful hands):

There shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a

Sceptre shall rise out of Israel . . . (and how

shall Empires and Emperors hope to avoid the

advent of the Great One's authority).  And the

Poet, weeping joyously said, "The Divine Child is

"alive and present among us.  The fourth poem has

"been vindicated, and I am alive to know it."  As

excited as schoolboys about to embark on vacations,

they cleared their calendars of instructive commitments,

summoned their stewards to arrange for their passage to

Jerusalem of Judea, and appointed a custodial manager

over the Towers of Observation.  And, when next the

night descended over the east and spread across the

sky westward, I thought to myself---"Come now the days,

"perhaps of a whole lifetime, that shall be like none

"other since the world and its ages commenced, and

"until the Cosmos has attained its common conclusion."

I wondered then, as still I do, if the original

proprietors of this covert place---the Prince's

mother, the Queen, and stepfather, the Proconsul---

ever dreamed of what should be discovered here, in this 

place, this haven, they had bequeathed to their 

erstwhile and profoundly learned son.

Starward

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