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This is the way it occurred that certain grapes in particular came under Tovina's special attention as she sought the one essential "inside ruler."

Was it Love?

Love constrains. Love is like the Husbandman. Yes, Love, reign!

But Love, in reigning, failed to show how best to help, though indeed it made her long to help.

Was it Thoughts?

As he thinks in his heart, so he is, goes the old saying. If I think right, and never wrong, it follows sure that I will always be right. . . . but . . . what is right for thinking? 

Was it Principle?

A rule for every thought. Never a detail apart from a reason and that from the Husbandman.

The search for Principle took her into darkness, even double darkness, darkness inside herself where reasons took on different shapes every time she looked, and darkness about her for the light seemed gone from the eyes of the Husbandman.

"The will is the governing ruler for the inside," someone said from somewhere. "Just choose the right."

That, too, mocked a search for what is right.

Winter time it was.