Departure

Huginn: Look, they've reached the shield of the Moon. A brave lot, these. One would have thought that the fall of Babel would have discouraged them from aiming towers at heaven.

Muninn: Remember Nimrud? He was a fine idiot. Used to shoot bronze arrows at me when he thought I wasn't looking. But his descendants are firing steel arrows at the universe.

H: How long before they leave the garden?

M: Shh. You're not supposed to say that. When the Divine told them they had been evicted, the rest of us weren't supposed to say otherwise.

H: Well, they're making a right old mess of it.

M: (sadly) I hope they manage to leave before they make the garden unliveable altogether.