feet, her glory dimmed by the majesty of Mors' dark beauty, her height
dwarfed by the tall, mysterious strength of Mors' indestructible figure,
a figure such as must have caused the ancient artists deepest despair to
depict in the least of its intense and vital and overwhelmingly sublime
symmetry.

Mors' laughter made Eos blush till rosy was not the word for her.

"My dear Eos, can this be you? I would hardly have expected it of you,
who have always been to me the personification of so many virtues...."

"Oh, Mother Mors, I am glad to see you, in spite of this state of
affairs--you can help me. You must know what has happened?"

"I can guess, but you had better explain from the beginning. Only a
woman could know what to do here, it seems." Mors glanced around at the
thousand and some virile males.

"You know the Pole is responsible for bringing them here, and one by one
Diana turned them into stone as soon as my lonely heart turned to them
for affection."

"It's a good story, but no one but me will ever believe it."

Eos only looked pitifully at Mors, and Mors took her to her dark, soft
heart, and the vast strength of her poured into the vibrant soul of Eos,
mingled there with that golden energy that made her what she was.

"Whatever I do is going to break their hearts--you know what this place
does to men. I cannot love them all, but I _do_, and I cannot send them
away empty-handed. You know what it _means_ to them! It is really all
that cruel Diana's fault!

"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