"For ridding me of her I owe you a debt, and though you are but a child to my ages of life, I will help you avoid ruining the lives of all these fine men whom you have loved. Suppose I take them away with me, all but one, and give them back their own time and place before they found their way here—give them the will to want that life before they knew you, would that comfort you?"
"Only one?" murmured Eos, then blushed as she looked out over the thousand-and-odd faces that stared at her accusingly.
"Only one, and you must choose him carefully from among them all."
"That will take some thought," said Eos, her face full of indecision. "I loved each of them dearly."
Mors' face grew a little stern at that, and quickly Eos went on:
"I'll attend to it directly, Mother Mors."
"I have a little errand to attend to over at Feronia's, I will be back in a few beats of Druga's stricken heart. You could at least have kept your body hidden from him, out of respect for Feronia! I have not much patience with your dilemma. After all, there are other places to live, you know."
"But not for me, Mors. It follows me about!"
Mors' face grew even sterner, and Eos added: