"Forever, perhaps," O'Brien said quietly. "I think Deirdre's immortal. At least she is a goddess. Do you remember the crystal I found in that meteorite?"
"Yeah. I remember."
"It came from here. It was one of Deirdre's servants. Somehow it was lost—wandered away. Cosmic dust collected on it as it moved in an orbit around the sun—for thousands of years, perhaps. Iron atoms. At last it was a meteorite, with the crystal at its heart. So it fell on Earth, and I found it, and it wanted to go home, back to Deirdre. It told me that. I felt its thoughts. It drew me here, Steve—"
Arnsen shivered. "It's unbelievable. And that girl isn't human."
"Have you looked into her eyes?"
"No—"
"She isn't human. She is a goddess."
A new thought came to Arnsen. "Where's Tex Hastings? Here?"
"I haven't seen him," O'Brien said. "I don't know where he is."
"Uh-huh. What have you been doing?"