For this awakening has in it nothing of the ordered joy I love--it is a fierce and slaying fire.

I shall go back--" The shadow of her far dreaming flitted over, softened the angry brilliancy of her eyes.
"Listen, you two!" The shadow of dream fled.

"Those that I am about to slay are evil--evil are they all, men and women.

Long have they been so--yea, for cycles of suns.

And their children grow like them--or if they be gentle and with love for peace they are slain or die of heartbreak.