The woman said, "Her body is empty of the Aesir life-force. And yours is burned out by the power we poured through it, so that no human could live in it again unless--unless one more than human upheld you." "Lorna--" "We must part for awhile, John. We have been one for a long while. Now we must be two again, for the sake of these two. Until the change...." "What change?" asked Stuart eagerly. "As we changed, so would you, if our lives upheld yours. Entropy would move for you as it moved for the Aesir and for us. And that, too, I think, is good. Mankind will need a leader. And we can help--John and I--more surely if we taste again of humanity. After awhile--after millenniums--the circle will close and John and I will be free to merge again. And you and Kari, too." Stuart thought, "But Kari--_will_ it be Kari?" "It will be," the gentle voice said. "Cleansed of the evil of the Aesir, supported by my own strength, as you by John's. You will be yourselves again, with the worlds before you, and afterward--a dwelling among the stars, with us...." The man's voice said, "Lorna, Lorna--" "You know we must, beloved," the softer voice said. "We have asked too much of them to offer nothing in repayment. And it will not be goodbye." There was darkness and silence. Stuart was dimly aware of cyclopean heights rising above him. Painfully he stirred. He was clothed in his own body again, and the battle-blasted hall of the dead Aesir towered high into the dimness above him. He turned his head. Beside him on the dais a girl, lying crumpled in the shower of her hair, stirred and sighed.