They were drawing away from the temple now, and the devotees were thronging back to the open door. They surrounded it, closing it with frenzied hands.
The giant drew apart, giving no explanation to Everychild just at first. But standing alone and heart-broken he lifted his hands high.
"She is gone!" he cried in a hoarse, agonized whisper.
The devotees lifted their voices in a triumphant chorus—
"She is within!"
But the giant, his hands hanging limp now, and his eyes staring into vacancy, repeated in the same hoarse voice:
"She is gone!"