“Only bird people with wings.”
“I shall be as wise in my dullness as any in the star!” said Rondah, joyfully.
“Yes!” Regan knew the clog of her dullness had been a life-long torture to her. She would be no more humiliated and pained with her dullness there. Where the brilliant Isabella had been so utterly miserable, this woman in content would be a happy, happy wife!
“There is our star! Do you see the multitudes, hear their song of welcome? Do you see them rise in flocks?”
“A grand world! Our world, Regan!”
“What will you name it, Rondah? I have never named it! I waited for you to come!”
Wreathed in flowers, singing like silver bells, the crowds rose toward them. White the walls and domes glistened on the green plain by the seaside below.
“Our world forever! I will call it,” said Rondah, “Parzelia!”
END OF THE FURTHER HISTORY.