He walked beside her over the meadow, the ranks of the people parting, and the people falling in behind; over the meadow and through the park-like forest and down the street of an idyllic village and up a gentle hill that swelled like a virgin's breast into the sky. The people began to sing, and the tune was a thrilling one, and the words were fine and noble. On top of the hill lay a lonely grave. The old woman halted before it, and Drake halted beside her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tear flash down her withered cheek. At the head of the grave there was a large stone marker. The marker was intended for two graves, and had been placed in such a way that when the second grave was dug the stone face would be centered behind both. "_Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord_;" the Polysirians sang. "_He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; HE hath loosed the fearful lightning of his terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on._" Nathaniel Drake looked at the marker's stone face. One half of it was blank. On the other half--the half that overlooked the grave--the following letters had been inscribed: SAINT NATHANIEL DRAKE Drake knew the answer then, and knew what he must do-- What, in a sense, he had done already.... He turned to the old woman standing beside him. "When did I first come here?" he asked. "Fifty-two years ago." "And how old was I when I died?" "You were eighty-three." "Why did I become a saint?" "You never told me, Nathaniel Drake." Gently, he touched her cheek. She raised her eyes then, and this time he saw into them--saw the years and the love and the laughter, the sorrow and the pain. "Were we happy together?" he asked. "Yes, my darling--thanks to you." He bent and kissed her upon the forehead. "Good by, Mary Legs," he said, and turned and walked down the hill. "_Glory, glory hallelujah_," the Polysirians sang, as his ship rose up into the sky. "_Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah, his truth is marching on._" * * * * * To what may a warp seepage be likened? It may be likened to a leak in the roof of a twentieth-century dwelling. The roofs of twentieth-century dwellings were supported by rafters, and whenever a leak occurred, the water ran along these rafters and seeped through the ceiling in unexpected places. While the "rafters" of man-made spacewarps are of a far more complex nature than the rafters of such simple dwellings, the basic analogy still holds true: the spatio-temporal elements that escape from spacewarps such as the Suez Canal never emerge in the immediate vicinity of the rift.