As she at last reappeared to Eos, Eos did not note the terrific emotions of love-ecstasy upon her face, the record of her touching with the One upon the mention of him, and began to complain.
"How can I give them up, Mors?"
But Mors only looked at her with absent, flaming eyes, intent upon some far thing, and for the first time Eos noted the vast and subtle change in her, as if she had touched some vast fountain of beneficence somewhere in the while she had been gone. Her cheeks were flushed, her breast rising and falling. Mors was like a woman in love, or a Goddess touched by the love of Jove, and Eos' eyes fell before her sublimely, and only stood waiting for Mors to do what she must.
So Mors absently gathered up all the thousand-and-some men, tucking them into her bosom one by one, and whirled into the night with all but one.
As the Goddess Mors disappeared, a sudden suspicion struck Eos, and she whirled to look upon the man that was left behind.
She burst into tears.
The Red Dwarf reached out and patted her golden head. Then he stepped to the controls and sent the disk winging swiftly away.
"Where are you going?" asked Eos, lifting her head in surprise, and looking indignantly through her tears.
"To the opposite Pole of Energy, my sweet one," said the Red Dwarf. "Be patient a little while, and you will yet be supremely happy. Mother Mors is very wise...."
And Eos was very happy. You see, I do know, for I was there. If it were not so, how could you be sure what I tell you is true? For it is true....