sure of its validity until I tested it.'
'So you deliberately stripped yourself of all your magic and challenged Satan — not sure you were right?'
'That is so,' he confessed, embarrassed.
'Why, Zane, that's the most courageous act I ever saw!'
'It was my final desperation ploy, when I realized that Satan himself was participating. If there had been any other way — '
'I thought I could love you, before,' she said. 'Now I am sure of it.'
'It was not, ultimately, for love I did this,' he said. 'Love counseled me to let you die and go to Heaven so you would not suffer any more pain. But I had to keep you alive for your role in saving humanity from Satan twenty years hence.'
'Yes,' she agreed. 'Now I know I will never yield to Satan. I have come to understand him too well.' She paused, turning to Zane. 'One other thing — '
He looked at her. The torture had not broken her spirit. Her flesh surely had not recovered, but she was radiantly beautiful in the Deathhood. 'Yes?'
Luna flung her arms about him and kissed him with amazing passion. 'Those, twenty years until my turn comes,' she said. 'You and I — '
'Life and Death,' he agreed.
They mounted Mortis and leaped for Purgatory.
They arrived at the Mansion of Death, and Zane conducted Luna inside. She was mortal, but somehow he had known he could take her with him this time. He could take her anywhere — alive. She was now his acknowledged Death maid.
They settled in the living room, relaxing, and watched the television. 'The hearing petitioned by Death has been canceled,' the news announcer said. 'The issue has been resolved privately.' The announcer smirked. 'It is rumored that the horns of the Prince of Evil are still steaming.'
'That's what I wanted to verify,' Zane said. 'You definitely will not die before your time, Luna. Now I can return to my work.'
'You had better,' she murmured. 'Thousands of people are suffering. They really need your service.'
'I will have Chronos move me back far enough so that that suffering is erased; there will be no gap for the mortals.'
'Now conjecture is rife about the future status of the new Death,' the announcer continued. 'He has virtually turned his office upside down, making substantial waves through both Heaven and Hell. We sent queries to God and Satan, but neither deigned to comment.'
Zane shook his head in rueful admiration. 'Purgatory has one sharp news staff,' he said. 'Too sharp at times, I think.'
'This is interesting,' Luna said. 'I did not realize you were such an important figure in Eternity.'
'I'm not. This news is personalized. I'm sure the other Incarnations get news relating to them. We can turn it off.' He got up and moved toward the set.
'However,' the announcer continued, 'we were able to interview several witnesses destined to testify at Death's trial-period assessment.'
Zane's hand paused near the knob. 'Witnesses?'
'Incarnations require special handling,' the announcer explained. 'Their powers are such that ordinary definitions of good and evil do not necessarily apply. In this instance, the four other Incarnations have pronounced this Death viable. They testify that he has been put to the question, unofficially, and that his answer was sufficient. They are willing to work with him for whatever portion of Eternity relates.'
'Oh,' Zane said. 'Naturally they're satisfied. They got me into this.'
'But neither they nor my father picked you for your regular job performance,' Luna said. 'Perhaps they did not expect you to be a good Death in that respect.'
'I surely lived up to that nonexpectation,' he said ruefully.
'I wonder.'
'While nothing is certain until the assessment itself has been rendered,' the television announcer said, 'we believe it is fair to say that the recommendation of one other key witness will have overwhelming force.'
'What is this?' Luna asked.
'Maybe one of my clients,' Zane replied uncertainly.
'And here he is,' the announcer said. 'The key witness, the one who knows whether the burden on the soul of Death will shift toward Heaven or toward Hell as he enters his regular term in the office.'
'Who?' Zane demanded.
The camera swung around to center the picture on — Mortis. The Death steed.
'And what do you say, witness?' the announcer asked.
The horse neighed.
'This is ludicrous!' Luna exclaimed.
'I don't know,' Zane said. 'Mortis is no ordinary horse.'
'And there you have it, folks. From the horse's mouth.' The announcer paused. 'Oh, the translation? Of course. Mortis says his new master has demonstrated a quality unique among Incarnations, and this alone transforms his errors to assets. He will have a positive freighting on his soul, and will go on to become one of the truly distinguished holders of the office.' He paused, while Zane stood amazed. 'Congratulations, Death. We of Purgatory are proud to have you with us.'
'Zane!' Luna exclaimed. 'You won!'
'But all I did was try to help make it easier for people to die,' Zane said. 'I broke several rules, and often I bungled it anyway.'
Then the television camera swung upward to show the welkin, the lovely dome of the Earthly sky. In a moment it turned from day to night, and the stars scintillated in their myriads, and the images of rafts of angels formed, each angel with a shining halo. All of them applauded politely: the salutation of Heaven. It seemed to Zane that one of them looked like his mother, and others resembled some of his clients.
The camera swung down to show the fires of the nether world, with its massed demons, all of them sticking out their forked tongues. But dimly visible behind them were the condemned souls of Hell, and here and there among these were covert thumbs-up gestures.
Zane smiled, experiencing a joy as deep as Eternity. 'Thanks, folks,' he said, and clicked off the set. 'I'll settle for the applause of one.' He turned to Luna.
'Always. Forever,' she agreed, kissing him.
'But I wonder what that unique quality of mine is supposed to be?' he said as an afterthought.
'It is why I love you,' she said.
Zane, back in the routine of his office, saw that the mother was suffering terribly from the first shock of her grief as she cradled her dying baby in her arms. He was still working on the enormous backlog of clients that had accumulated during his strike, but he could not let the bereaved mother suffer more than she had to.
Zane stood before her. 'Woman, recognize me,' he said softly.
She looked up. Her mouth fell open in horror.
'Do not fear me,' Zane said. 'Your baby has an incurable malady, and is in pain, and shall never be free of it while he lives. It is best that he be released from the burden of life.'
Her mouth worked in protest. 'You — you wouldn't say that if one you loved had to go!'
'Yes, I would,' he said sincerely. 'I sent my own mother to Eternity, to end her suffering. I understand your grief and know it becomes you. But your child is the innocent victim of a wrongful act — ' He did not repeat what she already knew, that the child had been conceived by incestuous rape and born syphilitic. ' — and it is better for him and for you that he never face the horrors of such a life.'
Her haunted eyes gazed up at him, beginning to see Death as more friend than nemesis. 'Isis it really best?'
'Samuel Taylor Coleridge said it best,' Death replied gently, extending his hand for the suffering baby's soul. 'Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.'
