Simbard flew higher and higher. First the clouds disappeared beneath his feet.

Simbard felt no tire or desire to rest, his yearning to be with Clifford, all the sustenance he needed.

Then the small glowing lumps of rocks that were the stars disappeared beneath his feet.

Finally he struck the hard smooth blue dome of the sky.

He pushed and heaved and broke through.

All around him he saw the infinite glory and majesty of Clifford and his creation, and was consumed by it.

THE END.