"I promised you," he said, watching the Son's atomic gun. He remembered
then the sudden, vile extrusion of the belching fire upon the
mountain's side. It would happen easily. And now that it was here at
last, his reluctance was gone--there was no fear, only an exaltation
that was blinding to him, the first quick phase of death. "Are you
ready, Nedra?"
"Yes," she said, and turning, drew her arms around him. "Now--"