The last of the men in gray nodded slowly. ″I'm glad,″ he murmured. ″I'm glad... it's all... over...″
Then he vanished, too. Momo was staring dazedly at the place where he had been when Cassiopeia crawled into view.
YOU'LL OPEN THE DOOR, her shell announced.
Momo went over to the door, touched it with her hour-lily, which had only one last petal left, and opened it wide.
The time store was cold no longer, now that the last of the time-thieves had gone.
Momo marvelled at the contents of the huge vault.
Innumerable hour-lilies were arrayed on its endless shelves like crystal goblets, no two alike and each more beautiful than the other.
Hundreds of thousands, indeed, millions of hours were stored here, all of them stolen from people's lives.
The temperature steadily rose until the vault was as hot as a greenhouse.
Just as the last petal of Momo's hour-lily fluttered to the ground, all the other flowers left their shelves in clouds and swirled around her head.
It was like a warm spring storm, but a storm made up of time released from captivity.
As if in a dream, Momo looked around and saw Cassiopeia on the ground beside her.
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