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The woman. It takes him a moment or two to recognize that the woman who is laughing at him in his memory is the woman he had been pursuing in his dream -- the dream that had led him to his library. He stops dancing. The vision of the mind is every bit as clear as the vision of the eye. He looks at the path; he remembers the woman. Perhaps he was not pursuing her so much as she was leading him. He spends a moment concentrating on the woman he is remembering, and then she is there, on the path. He has decided to let her lead him further.