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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden

Chapter XXV: All is over,   pp. 258-269 ff.

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                         All Is Over                        z69 
  Through the newspapers he had learned all about the Baroness's 
disappearance. I told him our interpretation of the story and when 
I had done he said, "I can give you some news." 
  The Velero had touched the island of Marchena, having put 
in there because Captain Hancock heard that Lorenz and Nuggerud 
were there-but dead. 
  The currents Nuggerud feared had swept them to their doom, 
and landed them on the most arid island of the archipelago, where 
neither water nor edible plants existed. For Lorenz, all the long 
struggle and the final crime had been for nothing; Nuggerud, the 
experienced seaman who had sold his wisdom for a piece of gold, 
had made a tragic bargain. They had perished of hunger and 
thirst. The fierce sun had dried their corpses out like mummies 
and they lay as they had fallen in the last exhaustion, their skeleton 
fingers clawing the white sand in agony. 
  Captain Hancock, at my request, sent up to the caves to tell the 
Wittmers I was leaving and ask them to come to Friedo. Soon they 
arrived, and I put Friedo in their charge as long as they might stay 
upon the island. They said that they would look after it for me 
well and truly. 
  We and the Wittmers never had been friends, but we had been 
something more than merely neighbors. I wished them well on 
Floreana. I took them to the gate of Friedo and watched them take 
the path back to the caves-the last guests. With them went Fleck. 
He turned his little head to look at me again and again until the 
ciruela thicket hid me from his sight. 
  I said good-by to Frederick's grave, but did not feel as if I were 
leaving him there, cold in the hostile Floreana earth. In some strange 
way that I cannot find words for, I did not feel that he was dead, 
but that he had just begun to live. 
  As the thought came to me like a great illumination, I knew 
that the task which I had found in him had likewise only just begun. 
The look with which he died had told me that our experiment had 
not failed. 
  Floreana was only one stage in my life's work which I can never 
doubt again. The gods of Floreana could have no power over 
Frederick, whom they slew; he must live on through me. 

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