"You know the Pole is responsible for bringing them here, and one by one Diana turned them into stone as soon as my lonely heart turned to them for affection." "It's a good story, but no one but me will ever believe it." Eos only looked pitifully at Mors, and Mors took her to her dark, soft heart, and the vast strength of her poured into the vibrant soul of Eos, mingled there with that golden energy that made her what she was. "Whatever I do is going to break their hearts--you know what this place does to men. I cannot love them all, but I _do_, and I cannot send them away empty-handed. You know what it _means_ to them! It is really all that cruel Diana's fault! "For ridding me of her I owe you a debt, and though you are but a child to my ages of life, I will help you avoid ruining the lives of all these fine men whom you have loved. Suppose I take them away with me, all but one, and give them back their own time and place before they found their way here--give them the will to want that life before they knew you, would that comfort you?" "Only one?" murmured Eos, then blushed as she looked out over the thousand-and-odd faces that stared at her accusingly. "Only one, and you must choose him carefully from among them all." "That will take some thought," said Eos, her face full of indecision. "I loved each of them dearly." * * * * * Mors' face grew a little stern at that, and quickly Eos went on: "I'll attend to it directly, Mother Mors." "I have a little errand to attend to over at Feronia's, I will be back in a few beats of Druga's stricken heart. You could at least 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.