could
she lose this man again!

"You are a good girl, Feronia, and you have a good man. I will visit you
again, if that _Dark Master_ wills it."

A chill went through the chamber at the mention of The Name, and Mors
went out with the strange ecstatic sweep of entity, and Feronia knew
what was meant by _God-head_.

* * * * *

Eos waited for a long time before Mors came again to her, for the
God-head required certain things of Mors for this night's work.

As she at last reappeared to Eos, Eos did not note the terrific emotions
of love-ecstasy upon her face, the record of her touching with _the One_
upon the mention of him, and began to complain.

"How can I give them up, Mors?"

But Mors only looked at her with absent, flaming eyes, intent upon some
far thing, and for the first time Eos noted the vast and subtle change
in her, as if she had touched some vast fountain of beneficence
somewhere in the while she had been gone. Her cheeks were flushed, her
breast rising and falling. Mors was like a woman in love, or a Goddess
touched by the love of Jove, and Eos' eyes fell before her sublimely,
and only stood waiting for Mors to do what she must.

So Mors absently gathered up all the thousand-and-some men, tucking them
into her bosom one by one, and whirled into the night with all but one.

As the Goddess Mors disappeared, a sudden suspicion struck Eos, and she
whirled to look upon the man that was left behind.

She burst into tears.

The Red Dwarf reached out and patted her golden head. Then he stepped to
the controls and sent the disk winging swiftly away.

"Where are you going?" asked Eos, lifting her head in surprise, and
looking indignantly through her tears.

"To the opposite Pole of Energy, my sweet one," said the Red Dwarf. "Be
patient a little while, and you will yet be supremely happy. Mother Mors
is very wise...."

And Eos was very happy. You see, I _do_ know, for I was there. If it
were not so, how could you be sure what I tell you is true? For it _is_
true....

The wise will understand what I have written.

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