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And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself must rest

"Though the night was ,

And the day returns too soon,

Yet we'll go no

By the light of the moon_"

Without a word the Earth Men stood in the center of the city It was a clear night There was not a sound except the wind At their feet lay a tile court worked into the shapes of ancient animals and peoples They looked down upon it

Biggs made a sick noise in his throat His eyes were dull His hands went to his mouth; he choked, shut his eyes, bent, and a thick rush of fluid filled histhe designs Biggs did this twice, A sharp winy stench filled the cool air

No onesick

Spender stared for a moment, then turned and walked off into the avenues of the city, alone in the athered men there

They turned in at four in theThey lay upon blankets and shut their eyes and breathed the quiet air Captain Wilder sat feeding little sticks into the fire

McClure opened his eyes two hours later "Aren't you sleeping, sir?"

"I' for Spender" The captain smiled faintly

McClure thought it over "You know, sir, I don't think he'll ever come back I don't kno I know, but that's the way I feel about him, sir; he'll never come back"