He knew that, for a few brief, all-precious moments, the way might possibly be clear to come and go to get water to save Beatrice and himself from the thirst tortures to procure the one necessary thing for the making of his Pulverite. His heart gave a great, up-bounding leap. "Look, Beatrice!" cried he, his voice ringing out over the terror-stricken things. "Look we're gods! While this lasts gods!