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Chapter 17

           

           Ishookmyheadandgrowled:

           “Idonotlikeyourheaven.Itisasadplace,asoftplace,aplaceforweaklingsandeunuchsandfat,sobbingshadowsofmen.”

           Myremarksmusthaveglamouredhermind,forhereyescontinuedtosparkle,andminewashalfaguessthatshewasleadingmeon.

           “Myheaven,”shesaid,“istheabodeoftheblest.”

           “Valhallaistheabodeoftheblest,”Iasserted.“Forlookyou,whocaresforflowerswhereflowersalwaysare?inmycountry,aftertheironwinterbreaksandthesundrivesawaythelongnight,thefirstblossomstwinklingonthemeltingice-edgearethingsofjoy,andwelook,andlookagain.

           “Andfire!”Icriedout.“Greatgloriousfire!Afineheavenyourswhereamancannotproperlyesteemaroaringfireunderatightroofwithwindandsnowa-driveoutside.”

           “Asimplefolk,you,”shewasbackatme.“Youbuildaroofandafireinasnowbankandcallitheaven.Inmyheavenwedonothavetoescapethewindandsnow.”

           “No,”Iobjected.“Webuildroofandfiretogoforthfromintothefrostandstormandtoreturntofromthefrostandstorm.Man’slifeisfashionedforbattlewithfrostandstorm.

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