And as the wolf-dogs mourned at her feet and the aurora wantoned overhead, she felt herself drawn against him closely.
"Need I tell my story ?" he whispered.
She drooped her head in tired content on his shoulder, and together they watched the burning vault wherein the stars dimmed and vanished.
Ebbing, flowing, pulsing to some tremendous rhythm, the prism colors hurled themselves in luminous deluge across the firmament.

Then the canopy of heaven became a mighty loom, wherein imperial purple and deep sea-green blended, wove, and interwove, with blazing woof and flashing warp, till the most delicate of tulles, fluorescent and bewildering, was daintily and airily shaken in the face of the astonished night.
Without warning the span was sundered by an arrogant arm of black.

The arch dissolved in blushing confusion.

Chasms of blackness yawned, grew, and rushed together.

Broken masses of strayed color and fading fire stole timidly towards the sky-line.