“The high judges are seated in the same manner as we know it from the rings of the mental forces; the difference is that these men and women, judging here in this ring of cognition, are from the familiy of the moon-alfs - whereas the judges in the rings of the mental forces are from the line of the water-giants.”

Now Mani noticed that a new helmsman had taken over the command of the gleaming wonder-craft, and her brother told her that their own journey also continued.

In the silvery-white light of the full moon they cheerfully walked further up the hill; but this time every single ray of light was permeated with innumerable fine, golden veins which outwardly shimmered in a multitude of colours.
The scintillating glow of the outwardly silvery moon rays was adorned with garlands of colourful light, surrounded by a breeze of milk-white haze stretching like fine white fog.

All the trees and bushes, all the grass and all the birds and animals of the wood, but also all the earth and all the stones took part in this varied playful dance of colours - some of them even shone stronger from within than the rays of the moon.
Particularly the birds and animals of the forest changed their inner radiance of colours with the lively inner flow of forces in a variety of ways.

In a luminous and colourful manner the trees and plants conversed with each other, as if they asked and replied; and even the stones participated - yet substantially less - in this conversation of the many inner fires of life.

“As for the magic ship, I remember a story,” Sol said to his sister, ”maybe you want to hear it, while we walk to the next clearing.”
Mani nodded her head and looked at him eagerly, and as they continued their way through the forest Sol began to narrate: