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ruth； Candour； and Honesty； the austere Gods who keep watch and ward by the inkpot of the biographer； cry No！ Putting their silver trumpets to their lips they demand in one blast； Truth！ And again they cry Truth！ and sounding yet a third time in concert they peal forth； The Truth and nothing but the Truth！
At which—Heaven be praised！ for it affords us a breathing space—the doors gently open； as if a breath of the gentlest and holiest zephyr had wafted them apart； and three figures enter。 First； es our Lady of Purity； whose brows are bound with fillets of the whitest lamb’s wool； whose hair is as an avalanche of the driven snow； and in whose hand reposes the white quill of a virgin goose。 Following her； but with a statelier step； es our Lady of Chastity； on whose brow is set like a turret of burning but unwasting fire a diadem of icicles； her eyes are pure stars； and her fingers； if they touch you； freeze you to the bone。 Close behind her； sheltering indeed in the shadow of her more stately sisters； es our Lady of Modesty； frailest and fairest of the three； whose face is only shown as the young moon shows when it is thin and sickle shaped and half hidden among clouds。 Each advances towards the centre of the room where Orlando still lies sleeping； and with gestures at once appealing and manding； OUR LADY OF PURITY speaks first：
‘I am the guardian of the sleeping fawn； the snow is dear to me； and the moon rising； and the silver sea。 With my robes I cover the speckled hen’s eggs and the brindled sea shell； I cover vice and poverty。 On all things frail or dark or doubtful； my veil descends。 Wherefore； speak not； reveal not。 Spare； O spare！’
Here the trumpets peal forth。
‘Purity Avaunt！ Begone Purity！’
Then OUR LADY OF CHASTITY speaks：
‘I am she whose touch freezes and whose glance turns to stone。 I have stayed the star in its dancing； and the wave as it falls。 The highest Alps are my dwelling place； and when I walk； the lightnings flash in my hair； where my eyes fall； they kill。 Rather than let Orlando wake； I will freeze him to the bone。 Spare； O spare！’
Here the trumpets peal forth。
‘Chastity Avaunt！ Begone Chastity！’
Then OUR LADY OF MODESTY speaks； so low that one can hardly hear：
‘I am she that men call Modesty。 Virgin I am and ever shall be。 Not for me the fruitful fields and the fertile vineyard。 Increase is odious to me； and when the apples burgeon or the flocks breed； I run； I run； I let my mantle fall。 My hair covers my eyes。 I do not see。 Spare； O spare！’
Again the trumpets peal forth：
‘Modesty Avaunt！ Begone Modesty！’
With gestures of grief and lamentation the three sisters now join hands and dance slowly； tossing their veils and singing as they go：
‘Truth e not out from your horrid den。 Hide deeper； fearful Truth。 For you flaunt in the brutal gaze of the sun things that were better unknown and undone； you unveil the shameful； the dark you make clear； Hide！ Hide！ Hide！’
Here they make as if to cover Orlando with their draperies。 The trumpets； meanwhile； still blare forth；
‘The Truth and nothing but the Truth。’
At this the Sisters try to cast their veils over the mouths of the trumpets so as to muffle them； but in vain； for now all the trumpets blare forth together；
‘Horrid Sisters； go！’
The sisters bee distracted and wail in unison； still circling and flinging their veils up and down。
‘It has not always been so！ But men want us no longer； the women detest us。 We go； we go。 I （PURITY SAYS THIS） to the hen roost。 I （CHASTITY SAYS THIS） to the still unravished heights of Surrey。 I （MODESTY SAYS THIS） to any cosy nook where there are ivy and curtains in plenty。’
‘For there； not here （all speak together joining hands and making gestures of farewell and despair towards the bed where Orlando lies sleeping） dwell still in nest and boudoir； office and lawcourt those who love us； those who honour us； virgins and city men； lawyers and doctors； those who prohibit； those who deny； those who reverence without knowing why； those who praise without understanding； the still very numerous （Heaven be praised） tribe of the respectable； who prefer to see not； desire to know not； love the darkness； those still worship us； and with reason； for we have given them Wealth； Prosperity； fort； Ease。 To them we go； you we leave。 e； Sisters； e！ This is no place for us here。’
They retire in haste； waving their draperies over their heads； as if to shut out something that they dare not look upon and close the door behind them。
We are； therefore； now left entirely alone in the room with the sleeping Orlando and the trumpeters。 The trumpeters； ranging themselves side by side in order； blow one terrific blast：—
‘THE TRUTH！
at which Orlando woke。
He stretched himself。 He rose。 He stood upright in plete nakedness before us； and while the trumpets pealed Truth！ Truth！ Truth！ we have no choice left but confess—he was a woman。
The sound of the trumpets died away and Orlando stood stark naked。 No human being； since the world began； has ever looked more ravishing。 His form bined in one the strength of a man and a woman’s grace。 As he stood there； the silver trumpets prolonged their note； as if reluctant to leave the lovely sight which their blast had called forth； and Chastity； Purity； and Modesty； inspired； no doubt； by Curiosity； peeped in at the door and threw a garment like a towel at the naked form which； unfortunately； fell short by several inches。 Orlando looked himself up and down in a long looking–glass； without showing any signs of disposure； and went； presumably； to his bath。
We may take advantage of this pause in the narrative to make certain statements。 Orlando had bee a woman—there is no denying it。 But in every other respect； Orlando remained precisely as he had been。 The change of sex； though it altered their future； did nothing whatever to alter their identity。 Their faces remained； as their portraits prove； practically the same。 His memory—but in future we must； for convention’s sake； say ‘her’ for ‘his；’ and ‘she’ for ‘he’—her memory then； went back through all the events of her past life without encountering