My mother was lovelier than I, as was her mother, or so I have heard, since only the fairest were the wives of the Kings of the Children of Wisdom.

For the rest, such arts as I have spring not from magic, but from knowledge which your people will acquire in days to come, that is, if Oro spares them.

Surely you above all should know that I am only woman," she added very slowly and searching my face with her eyes.
"Why, Yva?
During the little while that we have been together I have seen much which makes me doubt.

Even Bickley the sceptic doubts also." "I will tell you, though I am not sure that you will believe me." She glanced about her as though she were frightened lest someone should overhear her words or read her thoughts.

Then she stretched out her hands and drawing my head towards her, put her lips to my ear and whispered: "Because once you saw me die, as women often die--giving life for life." "I saw you die ?" I gasped.
She nodded, then continued to whisper in my ear, not in her own voice, but another's: "Go where you seem called to go, far away.