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"Allan?"

"Yes?"

"Our first duty--" She gestured toward the body of the patriarch, nobly still beneath the rough folds of the mantle they had drawn over it

He understood

"Yes," es a place of pilgriht Where first, one of lost Folk issued again into the world and where he died, this shall be a rave shall lie here on this height, where the first sun shall each day for ages fall upon it, supreme in its deep symbolism Forever it shall be a memorial, not of death, but life, of liberty, of hope!"

They kept a moment's silence, then Stern added

"So now, to work!" From the biplane he fetched the ax With this he cut and trimmed a branch from a near-by fir He sharpened it to a flat blade three or four inches across In the deep red sand along the edge of the Abyss he set to work, scooping the patriarch's grave

In silence Beatrice took the ax and also labored, throwing the sand away Together, in an hour, they had dug a trench sufficiently deep and wide

"Thisup at last "So burial, but for the present we can do no more Let us now commit his body to the earth, the Great Mother which created and which waits always to give everlasting sleep, peace, rest"

Together, silently, they bore hirave, still wrapped in the cloak which now had becoazed upon the noble face of hi weeks of the Abyss, when only he had understood theirl, touching a fine chain of gold about the patriarch's neck, till now unnoticed

Allan drew at the chain, and a shtness told hied he

"Soht a moment in silence, then detached the chain

"Yes," said he "It can't help him now It may help us He himself would have wanted us to have it"

And into the pocket of his rough, brown cassock, woven of the weed-fiber of the dark sea, he slid the chain and golden cylinder

A final kiss they gave the patriarch, each; then, carefully wrapping his face so that no smallest particle of sand should coazed, understandingly