it was nearly dark when we walked home, rocsates and i, arm in arm. it had been a horrible day. the inhuman indignity, the cries—

we tarried before my home, leaned on the stone, stared at the first stars.

"they seemed finally to accomplish all the book described," i muttered.

"they may indeed have succeeded," rocsates replied. "there is mentioned a time lapse which is necessary. the child does not appear immediately."

"it doesn't matter," i said disconsolately. "who could ask them to go through such an ordeal again?"

and then i looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me. melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. xeon held his arm about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but i know not from whom.

"sias," he said. then stopped, embarrassed.

i waited, and rocsates was silent, and he continued.

"sias, we come to tell.... we will...." he raised his eyes to mine and said manfully, "we shall try again."

i am afraid that tears came to my eyes. such sacrifice—

"we beg one favor," xeon went on. "we are agreed that—well, we should like to be left alone, in private, to try."

"of course," i replied. anything they might want they could have. my relief and gratitude must have showed, for xeon took a deep breath and spoke again.

"we do not deserve praise, sias," he said. "the truth is, we ... we sort of enjoy it."

i watched them turn and wander off together under the stars.

my heart has a warmth in it, and i no longer fear for the future of our race when our young people can show such nobility and sacrifice.