The Guardians of the Portals challenged Her: "Strip off thy garments, lay aside thy jewels; for naught mayest thou bring with thee into this our land."
So She laid down her garments and Her jewels, and was bound, as are all who enter the Realms of Death, the Mighty One.
Such was Her beauty, that Death Himself knelt and kissed Her feet, saying:"Blessed be thy feet, that have brought thee in these ways. Abide with me; but let me place my cold hand on thy heart."
She replied: "I love thee not. Why dost thou cause all things that I love and take delight in to fade and die?"
"Lady," replied Death, "'tis age and fate, against which I am helpless. Age causes all to wither; but when men die at the end of time, I give them rest and peace, and strength so that they may return. But thou! Tou art lovely. Return not; abide with me!"
But She answered: "I love thee not."
Then said Death: "An thou receivest not my hand on thy heart, thou must receive Death's scourge."
"It is fate - better so," She said. And She knelt, and Death scourged her tenderly. And She cried, "I feel the pangs of love."
And Death said, "Blessed be!" and gave her the Fivefold Kiss, saying: "Thus only mayest thou attain to joy and knowledge." And He taught Her all the Mysteries, and They so loved and were one, and He taught Her all the Magics.
For there are three great events in the life of man: Love, Death, and Resurrection in the new body; and Magic controls them all. For to fulfill love you must return again at the same time and place as the loved one, and you must remember and love them again. But to be reborn you must die and be ready for a new body; and to die you must be born; and without love you may not be born; and this is all the Magics.