“Not necessarily. Not necessarily. Not necessarily by being married to anybody.”
“What are you going to do next?” she said.
“I? I am going to re-open the church, for Quetzalcoatl to come in. But I don’t like lonely gods. There should be several of them, I think, for them to be happy together.”
“Does one need gods?” she said.
“Why yes. One needs manifestations, it seems to me.”
Kate sat in unwilling silence.
“One needs goddesses too. That is also a dilemma,” he added, with a laugh.
“How I would hate,” said Kate, “to have to be a goddess for people.”
“For the monkeys?” he said, smiling.
“Yes! Of course.”
At that moment, he sat erect, listening. There had been a shot, which Kate had heard, but which she had hardly noticed; to her ears, it