EPILOGUEOne year later, a little group stood on the Wisconsin hills, examining a huge golden space ship that loomed against the green slope and the summer sky. It had taken months to build a new vessel to Ardath’s specifications. But at last the task had been finished, the equipment installed, and provisions taken aboard. In every respect, the craft was a duplicate of the Kyrian original, save for a few new devices which Ardath and Court had perfected.
Scipio, Li Yang and Ardath stood together at the open airlock, Marion and Court a few feet away. It was difficult to find words at this moment of sad farewell.
“I am sorry you will not go with us, both of you,” Ardath said after a time. “Yet you may be right.”
“You know how I feel about it,” Court returned. “The Plague is destroyed. It wi
