"It may be that he is my only companion.

In that case, I go back to a life lonelier than I have ever dreamed of.

It is on the knees of the gods.

So far there has come no word, but although I am not by nature an optimist, my superstitions are on my side.

All the way over on my last voyage, when I lay in my berth, awake and we sailed over and through the clouds, my star, my own particular star, seemed leaning always down towards me, and for that reason I have faith." Nigel glanced at his companion curiously but without speech.