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"I remember."

"When we first created this place," he gestured vaguely around
them, "it meant that I was responsible for a quarter of the terrain of
Heaven. And it was needed then. Our brethren from the Second
and Third Waves needed guidance and leadership. But we're
secure now. There hasn't been an influx in thousands of days. And
if there is another, Yaweh will call usЧ"

"You certainly are in a foul mood today, aren't you?"

He stopped. "You're right," he said after a moment. "Sorry."

"It's all right. Is there something I can do?"

She said it with no special emphasis, but he suddenly felt the grass
beneath his bare feet grow thicker and longer.

"Yes," he said. "I think so."

The healer was tall, full-bodied, and pale of complexion. She wore
a gold cloak over white garments. A silver chain around her waist
held a six-pointed star. She faced the sword-bearer, who was
large, well-muscled, and brown haired. He, also, wore a cloak of
gold.

"Yaweh," he said, "wants to put it in his throne room, in a case, next
to his sceptre."

"Fitting," she said. "I suppose it is cumbersomeЧand you don't
need it now."

"Not for a while, at any rate. And I'm near to the Palace, so I can
easily fetch it when I need it."

The healer studied the massive sword which the other carried over
his right shoulder. Then she looked away.

"I hope," she said, "that you don't need it for a long time."

He nodded without speaking.

He stood in the center of Heaven and looked about it, having
chosen to have four eyes today. He noticed that with less than two
looking in any one direction, he couldn't see as well as he ought.
He resolved to set someone to discover the reason for this.

Outside of Heaven, cacoastrum still did its mindless, eternal dance
of destruction. One day, he knew, he and his brethren would face it