"He's calling them off—the god of war. What's his name?" she said.
"Thor. Weren't you frightened?" he asked curiously.
"No. It was worth all the dull days I've ever spent. I know how to go out now, Paul, if the time comes: up here, in glorious destruction!"
"You queer, uncanny Celt," said he.
Later they opened the door and ventured out. The earth was blotted out in blackness, as of the void before God spoke. They made for a rock a few feet from the cabin, and stood peering off into opaque nothingness. Barbara felt for Paul's hand and clung to it. They stood so for a space of time, silent.
"I'm ready now to go back down. There's nothing more to learn up here. I know His peace and His wrath," she said at last.
"Life seems simpler, somehow—and greater, much greater," he answered her.
II
Monday found them back in New York. As they drove from the station to the hotel they watched the passing panorama in silence.