of me when I am a god?”
“But do you feel you are a god?” she asked, querulous.
He turned his eyes on her strangely.
“I have been,” he said. “And I have come back. But I belong there, where I went.”
“Where?”
“Where there is no beyond, and the darkness sinks into the water, and waking and sleeping are one thing.”
“No,” said Kate, afraid. “I never understood mystical things. They make me uneasy.”
“Is it mystical when I come in to you?”
“No,” said Kate. “Surely that is physical.”
“So is the other, only further. Won’t you be the bride of Huitzilopochtli?” he asked again.
“Not so soon,” said Kate.
“Not so soon!” he re-echoed.
There was a pause.
“Will you come back with me to