"Tournant!"
"The voice kept saying that. Yet there was no one in the flying thing, no man to speak these words to you."
"Of course! Of course! A voice—the wireless—speaking through three thousand miles of space. And through the Curtain."
"Is this not strange, O'Hara?"
But O'Hara seized his arm. "The voice! The craft! And you took the fuel there? Then I—I can fly again!"
It was that overwhelming yearning to be taking off again that sent him rushing to the cavern.
"Nedra!" And when she turned. "I'm going to fly again."
She wiped the baby's mouth. She rubbed her hands together slowly, with sand between them, to rid them of the fat of a wild fowl she was roasting. She placed a log upon the smoldering fire.
"Where will you fly?" she asked.
"Does it matter, Nedra?"