have kept
your body hidden from him, out of respect for Feronia! I have not much
patience with your dilemma. After all, there are other places to live,
you know."

"But not for me, Mors. It follows me about!"

Mors' face grew even sterner, and Eos added:

"Of course I _know_ that is because of the peculiar nature of the metal
of which the disk is constructed, but _after all_ you _know_ it has been
my home for so _very_ long, I couldn't be expected to give up my home,
could I?"

Mors only lifted one great dark eyebrow and lifted suddenly into dark
whirling force and disappeared.

Eos, her face tear-streaked, went slowly down the endless line of men,
examining each one carefully and cudgeling her memory to decide which
one she had loved the _very_ most. It was _so_ difficult.

Mors, meanwhile, drifted into being over the sleeping Druga and the
praying Feronia, still on her knees, her face upraised and very sweet
with the dark-winged eyes closed, the long line of her throat sheer
beauty in the dim light.

She touched the closed eyes softly with her potent fingertips, and
Feronia opened them with a new understanding gifted into their
structure. Then she softly entered Feronia's body and together they
peered down into the body and the thought of the sleeping man, and with
her dark fingertips vibrant with the energies of dark space, Mors went
over each little nerve and passage in the brain where the energies of
the disk and the Pole and the sight of the intense glory of Eros' body
had burned out Feronia's years of love.

Everywhere she touched, a new awareness grew, centered and vitalized by
the presence of Mors within the body of Feronia, so that nowhere was
there any evidence of the loss of love, but only the beautiful memories
of Feronia alive again within his mind, and wherever desire lived in him
Mors touched her fingers, and planted a seed that would grow with good
treatment into vital love. As she worked, Feronia wept shamelessly with
thankfulness, and for every tiny node of love that Mors planted in
Druga, one sprouted likewise in Feronia, and some of them were for Druga
and some were natural gratitude to Mors for this work of replacement.
The sleeping Druga stirred and his arms came about Feronia's hips where
she stood by the bed. Mors sent her strange energies through the two
lovers, marrying them there with the potent blessing that is actual
magnetic mingling of being--and Feronia knew that only by abuse