The blue sphere turned and came back.
"Monster!"
Again.
"Murderer!"
"Adolescent!"
This time it kept going. The rain and wind ceased. Lightning stopped. Thunder rumbled distantly. Clouds disappeared. Stinson and Sybtl emerged from the cave.
There was no longer a question of attack from the webfoots, the storm had taken care of that. The fierce sun began its work of drying rocks and throwing shadows and coaxing life out into the open again. Down in the canyon a bird sang, a lonely, cheerful twitter.
"The Sand God is tired," Sybtl said. "He is not angry now. I'm glad. Perhaps he will let you stay."
"No. Even if he allowed it, I couldn't stay. My people could never live here with a God who is half devil."