"I will do that," agreed Tyr. "I am no longer god of the Trylla. I brought them their freedom. I have discharged the responsibility they put about my shoulders when they made me their god. "My father was _ardth_. I, too, am _ardth_. If I can save the _ardth_, I shall." He turned toward Commander Mason and said. "And, being an _ardth_, I am under your orders, sir." Mason drew a deep breath, took off his hat and ran his hand over his bald head. His face wrinkled with amazement, changing to a shy smile. "My orders, Tyr? Hmm. The first thing you ought to do is--cool off. Then, when you're able to do it safely, take this woman Katha into your arms and kiss her for her belief in you! After that--you might consider mating with her. Your children will carry a torch, Tyr. To the true ends of the world." End of Project Gutenberg's The Man the Sun-Gods Made, by Gardner F. Fox