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that her death was deliberate. There were only ashes there, and in fact, some had already been scattered by the wind. Those who loved her stood nearby and they watched as the wind took the rest. It was all finished by morning.”
    “Ah, what a dreadful thing,” said Thorne. “Had she no pleasure in being one of us?”
    Marius seemed struck by Thorne’s words. Gently he asked:
    “Do you take any pleasure in being one of us?”
    “I think . . . I think I do again,” said Thorne hesitantly.

4
    H e was awakened by the good smell of an oak fire. He turned over in the soft bed, not knowing where he was for the moment, but completely unafraid. He expected the ice and the loneliness. But he was someplace good, and someone was waiting for him. He had only to climb to his feet, to go up the steps.
    Quite suddenly it all came clear. He was with Marius, his strange and hospitable friend. They were in a new city of promise and beauty built upon the ruins of the old. And good talk awaited him.
    He stood up, stretching his limbs in the easy warmth of the room, and looked about himself, realizing that the illumination came from two old oil lamps, made of glass. How safe it seemed here. How pretty the painted wood of the walls.
    There was a clean linen shirt for him on the chair. He put it on, having much difficulty with the tiny buttons. His pants were fine as they were. He wore woolen stockings but no shoes. The floors were smooth and polished and warm.
    He let his tread announce him as he went up the stairs. It seemed very much the proper thing to do in this house, to let Marius know that he was coming, and not to be accused of boldness or stealth.
    As he came to the door to the chamber where Daniel made his wondrous cities and towns, he paused, and very reticently glanced inside to see the boyish blond-haired Daniel at his work as though he had never retired for the day at all. Daniel looked up, and quite unexpectedly, gave Thorne an open smile as he greeted him.
    “Thorne, our guest,” he said. It had a faint tone of mockery, but Thorne sensed it was a weaker emotion.
    “Daniel, my friend,” said Thorne, glancing again over the tiny mountains and valleys, over the fast-running little trains with their lighted windows, over the thick forest of trees which seemed Daniel’s present obsession.
    Daniel turned his eyes back to his work as though they hadn’t spoken. It was green paint now that he dabbed onto the small tree.
    Quietly, Thorne moved to go but as he did so, Daniel spoke:
    “Marius says it’s a craft, not an art that I do.” He held up the tiny tree.
    Thorne didn’t know what to say.
    “I make the mountains with my own hands,” said Daniel. “Marius says I should make the houses as well.”
    Again Thorne found himself unable to answer.
    Daniel went on talking.
    “I like the houses that come in the packages. It’s difficult to assemble them, even for me. Besides, I would never think of so many different types of houses. I don’t know why Marius has to say such disparaging things.”
    Thorne was perplexed. Finally he said simply,
    “I have no answer.”
    Daniel went quiet.
    Thorne waited for a respectful interval and then he went into the great room.
    The fire was going on a blackened hearth within a rectangle of heavy stones, and Marius was seated beside it, slumped in his large leather chair, rather in the posture of a boy than a man, beckoning for Thorne to take his place on a big leather couch opposite.
    “Sit there if you will, or here if you prefer,” said Marius kindly. “If you mind the fire, I’ll damp it down.”
    “And why would I mind it, friend?” asked Thorne, as he seated himself. The cushions were thick and soft.
    As his eyes moved over the room, he saw that almost all the wood paneling was painted in gold or blue, and there were carvings on the ceiling beams above, and on the beams over the doorways. These carvings reminded him of his own times. But it was all new—as Marius had said,