"If we do this, Lakla and I, is it _sure_ you are that you can slay the--Thing, and save my world?
Is it _sure_ you are ?" For the first and the last time, I heard the voice of the Silent Ones.
It was the man-being at the right who spoke.
"We are sure," the tones rolled out like deepest organ notes, shaking, vibrating, assailing the ears as strangely as their appearance struck the eyes.

Another moment the O'Keefe stared at them.

Once more he squared his shoulders; lifted Lakla's chin and smiled into her eyes.
"We stick!" he said again, nodding to the Three.
Over the visages of the Trinity fell benignity that was--awesome; the tiny flames in the jet orbs vanished, leaving them wells in which brimmed serenity, hope--an extraordinary joyfulness.

The woman sat upright, tender gaze fixed upon the man and girl.

Her great shoulders raised as though she had lifted her arms and had drawn to her those others.