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Chapter 17
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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.
