Ipsewas pointed at a series of rough ledges.
“Take that. You can get far. How far I don’t know. I got tired and scared and I went back to the Garden. Never to return, I thought.”
Wolff pleaded with Ipsewas. He said that he needed Ipsewas’ strength very much and that Chryseis needed him. But the zebrilla shook his massive somber head.
“I’ll give you my blessing, for what it’s worth.”
“And I thank you for what you’ve done,” Wolff said. “If you hadn’t cared enough to come after me. I’d still be swinging at the end of a rope. Maybe I’ll see you again. With Chryseis.”
“The Lord is too powerful,” Ipsewas replied. “Do you think you have a chance against a being who can create his own private universe?”
“I have a chance,” Wolff said. “As long as I fight and use my wits and have some luck, I have a chance.”
He jumped off the decklike shell and almost slipped on the wet rock. Ipsewas called, “A bad omen, my friend!”
Wolff turned and smiled at him and shouted, “I don’t believe in omens, my superstitious Greek friend! So long!”