Golden One's quarters. "our son," she announced,
"begins to stir. Soon he will come forth."
33 As The Lord God watched, the child's tiny hands moved up by its
face, and its little hands began to dig at the shell that surrounded
it. Slowly, surely, scratch after scratch they cut through.
34 The Lord God turned to a Doctor standing by. "Help him!" he ordered,
"Cut that thing! "
35 "No!" interrupted Golden One, "You mustn't! According to legend a
child must fight for life, come forth of its own strength, or it will
be weak all its days. If he cannot breakthrough I will tell you when to
help it."
36 "Very well," sighed The Lord God.
37 The tiny hands continued to work and finally a nail ripped through
the egg. The little hands grabbed ahold of the rip and the tiny nose
was pushed through. Inside the egg the tiny chest heaved, taking in its
first air. The hands pulled and ripped until the little head thrust out
of the egg. The little mouth opened and a happy little squeal emerged.
38 "A cry of joy!" sang Golden One. She reached down and began ripping
the egg, pulled the child out, and twisted what remained of its food
sack until it came away. Then she dried it with a towel, wrapped it in
a clean blanket, and handed it to its father.
39 "He is so beautiful," praised The Lord God, "like a tiny little
shining star; like the last star that is seen in the morning, the last
to surrender its light to the sun." He held the child up as high as he
could. "So it is!" he cried, "So you are named! My golden offspring,
the most beautiful of Angels, you are The Star Of Morning, the shining
light. " He brought the child down and turned to the Priest that stood
nearby. "Take him," he commanded "and bless him."
40 "Better," snapped the Priest, "I kill it!"