Clear, strong, true, and perfect as a golden bell, it mounted in a paean of thanksgiving. "Hail, Zitu--father of all life--and thanks from a grateful heart. Hail, Azil--giver of life--who poured life into the mold of life--from which I was born. Thanks be to thee for the life that is mine--this life--I hold from thee--to be mine own. Blessings--my blessings upon thee, Ga--that I am a woman--my thanks for the tears with which, womanlike, I have washed your feet--not knowing that so I washed out also sorrow--preparing thereby my heart as a flask for the mellow wine of life from which now joy is drunk." So sang Naia of Aphur, and I recognized the song as one of which Croft had told me--as one she had sung on another occasion when she bore him back from the camp of the Mazzerian army under Bandhor--as a chant--a prayer, used by Tamarizian women for one who had lain at the very door of death, and returned. Here, then, I think is the logical end of the story--with the great plane driven south by Avron, and behind him, Maia, the girl of Mazzeria, and Jason, Mouthpiece of Zitu, and Naia of Aphur singing--with Jason, Son of Jason, held safe in her cradling arms.