eal, they beckoned her, and in her stirred the call of motherhood--of life to be. Her heart-strings echoed to that harmony; it seemed already as though a tiny head, downy--soft, was nestling in her bosom, while eager lips quested, quested.
"No, Allan! No!"
Almost fiercely she flung him back and stood up.
"Come!" said she. "Let us start at once. Nothing remains for us to do here. Let us go--home!"
An hour later the Pauillac spiralled far aloft, above the edge of the Abyss, then swept into its eastward tangent, and in swift, droning flight rushed toward the longed-for place of dreams, of rest, of love.
Before them stretched infinities of labor and tremendous struggle; but for a little space they knew they now were free for this, the consummation of their dreams, of all their hopes, their happiness, their joy.
Toward five o'clock next afternoon, from the swooping back of the air-dragon they sighte
Third, and thankfully, last in the series. Significantly less enjoyable than the earlier two. Our hero is now approaching self-deification, while his "girl" simply tells him "without you, none of this would be possible". Of course, being the last "civilized" people on earth, that would be true in any event.
If this was not the conclusion to the series, I would have stopped reading at least half-way through, but I really (really) wanted to see how it all ended, and had to grit my teeth for this one.
More survival-and-scavenging adventure. It definitely gets weirder in this title, and more xenophobic.