"And how old was I when I died?"
"You were eighty-three."
"Why did I become a saint?"
"You never told me, Nathaniel Drake."
Gently, he touched her cheek. She raised her eyes then, and this time he saw into them—saw the years and the love and the laughter, the sorrow and the pain. "Were we happy together?" he asked.
"Yes, my darling—thanks to you."
He bent and kissed her upon the forehead. "Good by, Mary Legs," he said, and turned and walked down the hill.
"Glory, glory hallelujah," the Polysirians sang, as his ship rose up into the sky. "Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah, his truth is marching on."
To what may a warp seepage be likened?