 the four dimensions of the subconscious mind, it might be a good truth if you could do it. And if there were any devices long enough to reach from N to N, the answer might come up as the nth power of the infinite, which only an Einstein could fatten out. And there is such a shortage of Einstein's, isn't there? Such men are rationed out of top priority by the universal director of scarce commodity allocation. In just a moment, you'll hear the story of how a mind or spirit, if you wish, reached into infinity out of the void of death. It is called the Kiss of Kismet in Stars Barton Yarborough, a tale which grew from the seedlings of a strange and primal obsession. India suggests many things, doesn't it? The Taj Mahal in the moonlight, the funeral gats burning along the banks of the Ganges, Kipling's Kim, steaming jungles, Indian Thakurs performing the impossible, the great King Cobra, deadly in its hooded wrath, striped tigers stalking through the banyan grove, an elephants bedecked with jewel trappings and a golden-crusted houda bearing some fabulous Maharaja. Oh yes, and the monsoon. But let me give you another picture of India, a place called Cardong Pass, which lies north of the ancient city of Le, elevation 18,000 feet, where even in midsummer the snow lies thick along the Karolani Trail. Picture if you can, an exploratory party approaching this pass, the tiny shaggy ponies plodding warily along the precipitous ledge. A man named Warburton commands the train, and I don't think you're going to like him. Rasul! Rasul! What the damnation is the matter up there? Wait a moment, of course not to its feet. I think he's hurt his legs, are you? Don't sense, just lazy, that's all. Here, give me that bridle. You lazy beggars, get him on his feet. You go back where you belong, will you? I'll attend to this. Come on, put the poor beast here, sir. Warburton, look, look how that leg's twisted under. I suppose we'll have to take the pack off him and put it on the other horses. But Roger, they're overloaded already. We've come such a waste since morning, and they're so tired. Can't we camp here? We're going, as far as tunnel, tonight. Well, I don't see how we can do it with the lame horse. Then we'll shoot it. Rasul, get my rifle. Yes, sir. Mrs. Warburton, perhaps we'd better go back and wait. Look how the color of the peaks have changed in the sunset. I wonder how many sunsets they have seen since the world began. They must be very old, very wise, these mountains. What if they could talk and tell us what they know, the very secret of life itself? I've heard that they can impart their knowledge to those fitted to receive it. Clyde. Yes? You love me, don't you? What? Why, I... We're out of the world, somehow, up here. We don't have to lie and dissemble anymore. We don't have to act according to its petty deceit. We're beyond all that. Clyde, I love you. Grace, you... Do you love me? Oh, yes. Yes, I do. I do. Oh, but I can't tell you that I don't dare. I'd be a cad. I'd be a coward. Those are only words, Clyde. Little hypocritical words with which we make a chain to bind ourselves. You aren't a cad. You know you are. You're fine and strong. Oh, I want you to be strong. I want you to be strong enough to break your chains and my chains and take me away. You... You mean away from Roger? Yes. I think the mountains have imparted to me some of their knowledge. The knowledge that we have a right to be happy, that our lives are our own. I've never realized it before. I've only thought of what I was told to think and done and what I was told to do. But now, now... Oh, but you... You can't be an earnest... Oh, but I am. I'm dreadfully an earnest. Clyde, you're... You're not afraid, are you? No, not for myself. I don't matter. But you do. You matter more than anything in the world. Oh, you can't. You can't do it. You... You couldn't face a scandal. You... You couldn't stay here. You couldn't go back to England. We wouldn't have to. We could go to America. No one would know it. No one would ever find out. And we could be so happy there. Oh, yes. Yes, we could. Roger will be returning to Srinagar soon. We'll wait till he goes. Then... Then we'll leave. We can catch a boat. No, no, no. No, that won't do. We've got to be honest in this thing. We can't sneak away like thieves. I'll tell him. Oh, no. Yes. Don't you see we've got to. We've got to face him and tell him. It's just as you say, Grace. We don't have to lie and assemble anymore. I'm going to tell him tonight. As soon as we make camp. Have you lost your way, my children? I'm sorry if I frightened you. Oh, Grace. It's... It's a llama from the monastery. That's all. It is getting dark and you were so busily engaged you did not see me approaching, I fear. Have you lost your way? No. Well, I know our party is on the head. We're... We're going to Tano. To Tano? Yes. Yes, we'll... We'll make camp there tonight. You cannot go on. It is getting dark. You will lose your way. Oh, we have guides. We... We've been over the trail before. One must pass over the same trail many times before one knows it. Oh, I... I fancy we'll have no difficulty. The wrong path is always difficult. For out of today, tomorrow is made. And if today is error, tomorrow will be error. And the next, and the next, until the end of time. Universes decay and out of their elements new universes are formed. And the wanderer must continue to wander. Why? Yes. It's quite right, sir. Good night, my children. Oh, money, pardon me. Good night. Clyde, where did he come from? Why, up the trail, I suppose? I know he didn't. I was looking at the trail all the time. There was no one near us. And all of a sudden he was here, standing here. Well, those chaps go long distances at times and walk with almost incredible rapidity. I've heard it said that they induce a sort of hypnosis, practically hypnotize themselves and travel by what amounts to walking in one's sleep. They wake up, they're here, they're there. It's not a half-bad way to travel. And what was he talking about? What did he mean? He said, out of today, tomorrow is made. And out of tomorrow, the next, and the next, until the end of time. Until the end of time. Clyde! It's coming. Will you tell him? As soon as we make camp, Attano. Well, Adjovitz, commencing to snow. Where in damnation have you been? Don't you see it's getting dark? We're only around the end of the trail. I've been shouting for you for the last 10 minutes. We came as soon as we heard. Don't think I don't see through your little trick. Trying to delay us, so we'll have to camp here. Well, we're not camping here. We're not stopping until we get to Tunno, if it takes all night. You don't know how anxious I am to get to Tunno. Yes, we're very anxious. Well, don't stand there, Grace. Get on your horse. Looks like we're in for a blizzard. Russell! Yes, sir. Start them off! Yes, sir. We've got to go on. We've got to reach Tunno. Everything depends on that. The rest of our lives. I know. Where are we now? Up at the head of the column with Russell. This doesn't look like the trail, Clyde. We're lost. I know we're lost. We've taken the wrong path. Oh, now, now we're all right. It's this storm. You can't recognize the trail here. There. There. Grace, we're taking the only path there is to take. I don't know. Wait. Wait a moment. Yes! We'll have to dismount and lead your horses. Well, what's up? The trail ahead runs over a ledge. It's covered with snow. We don't know whether it's wide enough for the horses. Everybody's got to go over it on foot first. I see, well. Well, I'll go. No, no, Clyde. Oh, you better let Russell do it. The wind's going agale. Might not be much of a ledge there. Well, let's have a look at it anyway. Wait. There. There, wait. I'm coming too. It's covered with snow. Hard to tell whether it's wide enough to cross. I wouldn't attempt it. If you lost your footing, there wouldn't be much left of you by the time you hit the bottom of the canyon. Oh, yes, but there'll be no danger if I keep close to the inside edge. Oh, Clyde, Clyde, you mustn't. We'll wait till daylight. You mustn't go. Well, we've got to get to town over there. You keep out of this race. Oh, all right, all right. I'll go. I'll keep out of this race. All right, all right. Well, wish me luck. Got it. It seems wide enough here. Wait a moment, sir. Wait a moment. Oh, gotcha. Gotcha. Look! Was escaping from herself at the moment in the notes of some lost melody. Warburton was, in his insufferable way, acting as host. What a thing might go in England, but not here in India. I say, uh, care for a spot of brand-aid. Oh, I don't mind if I do. If you pardon me, I'll get it. Sounds mighty pretty. Oh, I'd rather talk. Mr. Mortimer, have you ever been to the Buddhist monastery at Lamayuru? Well, not exactly, ma'am. I've ridden past it. Why? I want to go there. I want to see it. Roger's so busy that he can't possibly get away to go with me. I wonder if you'd mind. Well, I'd be glad to. You see, I have a rather special reason for going. Oh, I know you'll think it's silly, but... Well, when Clyde Jerome was killed, something strange happened to me. I... I haven't told it to anyone. But you remember, you came riding up the trail just after they'd found him. Wait a minute, Jack. Whoa, whoa. Well, give us a little help. We've had rather a nasty accident up ahead. Chap went over the edge of the cliff, swapped off the ledge by a snow slide. Wait, I'll have some of my boys come up. That won't be necessary. My own boys have found him at the foot of the cliff. They're bringing him up now. I'd like to have you, well, as a witness. I'm the only white man in the party. A friend of yours? And acquaintance. Chap named Clyde Jerome. All right. All right. All right. All right. Concho. We are hurry, Sahid. The trail up the cliff is slippery. Come on. Yeah, let me have a hold of that rope. Get him under the arms there. Well, I hang on to this rope. I have it, Sahid. Clyde. Clyde. Oh, come on. Oh, no, no. I want to see him. I want to see him. Oh, I've got to. That's all. Bring some water. Here. We'll take her over there. Grace. Grace. Grace, don't you hear me? I'm calling to you. Clyde. Clyde, where are you? I can't see you. Stretch out your hand. No. I can't touch you. You must listen to me, Grace. I have only a little time to talk. Can you hear me? Yes, yes. I, I love you, Grace. But I was wrong in loving you. Oh, no, no, no. It wasn't wrong. We could never have been happy. I know that now. Happiness could never come from wrong. It is better that I died. I must go now. Oh, don't go. Don't. Don't. Another moment. Oh, I can't give you up. I won't. I won't. A woman might faint and come out of it, believing that she had talked to a dead man. There is nothing particularly unusual about that. And, of course, there was no question that Clyde Jerome is dead. As I say, it was some months after the accident that Mrs. Warburton went to the Buddhist monastery at Lamayuru. It was late afternoon, the time of the ceremony. Oh, money, pardon me. It's over now. Palama. Yes, Mimsa Warburton. Well, how did you know I'm... We sent for you. But I don't understand. I received no message from anyone. When the proper time had run its course, we sent for you. And you came. And you, you are from a faraway country, Sahib. And you will return there soon. Well, yes, I'm going back next city. That is well. But what you will hear today is best not repeated in this country. You will come this way, Mimsa. This corridor is dark, Mimsa. If you will follow closely behind me this way, that was the echo of yourself, Mimsa. Wait here in the chapel. I will send Brother Sharfa to you. He will be here in a moment. Mr. Matimer, did you hear that music? Oh, I know. I didn't hear anything. Oh, I wish we hadn't come. Why didn't you come anyway? Oh, I don't know. All of a sudden, I wanted to come here. But it's so dark and quiet. And that music, I never heard anything like it before. I am Brother Sharfa. Yes. Who is? Mimsa, you are at war with your life. You wish to change that which cannot be changed. For today is made of yesterday, and yesterday cannot be altered. But I don't understand. What do you mean? You were in love with a man, and now... Now he's dead. Now he is in another phase, another plane of existence. He must live out his life on that plane as he lived it out here. And you must live out your life here. But why? Why do you tell me this? Because you refuse to let him go. You refuse to let him live out his life in another plane. You refuse to give him up. And because of that refusal, he is handicapped. You must let him go. You must put him out of your mind, out of your thoughts. Oh, I could never do that. It's all I have. If he asked you to release him. What do you mean? He's in his grave. And if I could bring him back from his grave? Oh, why do you talk like that? You're only tormenting me. He is dead. You have not answered my question, ma'am Saab. If he should come and show himself to you. Show himself as an appeal to you for his release. Then would you believe, would you? Oh, yes. If you could bring him out of the grave. If you could prove to me that he wants me to forget. Well then, then I would believe. Then I would give him up. Grace. Grace. Oh, no, no. You're trying to trick me. A trick of the boys, that's all. A trick. Grace. Grace, look at me.