That was not the way, I knew.

I looked toward the Disk, still flanked with its sextette of spheres, still guarded by the flaming blue stars.

They were motionless, calm, watching.

I sensed no hostility, no anger; it was as though they were waiting for us to--to--waiting for us to do what?
It came to me--they were indifferent.

That was it--as indifferent as we could be to the struggle of an ephemera; and as mildly curious.
"Norhala," I turned to the woman, "she would not have him suffer; she would not have him die.