Finally all of them were lost in one--a moaning, sobbing voice that was calling his name again and again, a voice that seemed to reach to him from out of an infinity of distance, and that he knew was the voice of Meleese.

He strove to speak, to lift his arms, but his tongue was as lead, his arms as though fettered with steel bands.
The voice died away.

He lived through a cycle of speechless, painless night into which finally a gleam of dawn returned.

He felt as if years were passing in his efforts to move, to lift himself out of chaos.

But at last he won.