They both bobbed to the surface again, but this time Jedra reached up and took her in his arms, drawing her close to him. They eyed one another from inches away, both grinning now, and Jedra said, "Kiss me or I'll pull you under again."
"If you don't kick your legs, you'll-yeow!" They bobbed back beneath the surface before she could finish, but Jedra got the idea. He let her go and began to scissor his legs and move his arms back and forth the way he'd seen her do, and this time when they bobbed back to the surface, their heads stayed above water.
Kayan leaned forward and kissed him anyway. "I love you," she murmured.
"And I love you," Jedra said.
She closed her eyes. "I think that's the first time you've ever said that to me."
"I've said it hundreds of times," he told her. "Just not with words."
"I suppose you have," she said. She grinned again and moved closer, brushing her body against his. "You want to say it again?"
Later, after the cool water had drained all the heat from their bodies and they had climbed up the bank to soak up sunlight on the flat rock where Kayan's clothing lay, Jedra said, "Kitarak is probably getting worried about us. I hate to leave, but if we don't go out soon, he'll come in after us."
Kayan laughed. "I'd love to toss him in the water, too, but I suppose that can wait for later. Let's go see what he's done to my poor body."
Jedra winced. "I'm the one who did the damage. He's the one who fixed it."
Kayan squeezed Jedra's hand. "You did the only thing you could to save both of us. Don't torture yourself about it. Just don't make a habit of it, either, all right?"
Jedra smiled weakly. "All right."
"So then, let's go."
"How do we get out of here?"
"Hmm. I hadn't thought of that. This is my world; I suppose we could do it just about any way we want. How about... hmm." She stood up and walked across the springy moss to the base of a tree, grasped the stub of a broken-off branch that stuck out at waist level, and pulled on it. An oval door swung outward, revealing a dark interior sprinkled with stars. Kayan held out her hand. "This way."
Jedra got up and walked over to her. When he took her hand, she stepped through the doorway in the tree, and when he took the single step to follow her he felt a moment of disorientation and found himself lying on the ground on the hillside again. He sat up and looked over at Kayan, now little more than a shadow in the deepening night.
Kayan? he asked.
Here.
He was glad he was sitting on the ground; the relief that flooded through him would have sent him there anyway. He took Kayan's shoulders in his hands and pulled her up, holding her to him in a fierce hug. Their armor got in the way-it had never been removed in the real world- but he didn't care. He was holding the real Kayan, whole once again.
Kitarak stood beside them, his faceted eyes reflecting starlight. "Well," he said when their hug showed no sign of ending soon, "are you all right?" Kayan leaned back away from Jedra and patted herself on the sides and chest. "Everything feels like it's in the right place," she said.
"You can always go back into your crystal if you'd rather," Kitarak told him.
"No," Yoncalla said quickly, lifting his head. "Not that. This body isn't mine, and this world isn't paradise, but at least it's real."
"You should try the world Kayan made," Jedra said, reaching up to the crystal at his neck. "It's beautiful."
Kayan shrugged. "Actually, it's a lot like yours. I made the water a little warmer so I could get into it and pull myself around with my hands, but otherwise I just copied a stream and a pool like I'd already seen in your world."
"Swimming," the immortal said.
"What?"
"You were swimming. I do it all the time. Or did. I don't suppose there's enough water to fill a bathtub in this world anymore."
"Bathtub?" Jedra asked.
Kayan laughed. "We still have them in the palace."
Yoncalla didn't smile. "When I ruled here, even the peasants had bathtubs. And water flowed in mighty rivers over the surface of the land."
Kitarak said, "Many of us have dedicated our lives to bringing those days back to Athas. You would be a powerful addition to our team, since you know firsthand what we are trying to re-create."
"Not in a dwarf's body, I won't," Yoncalla said.
Kitarak rasped his arms against his thorax in agitation. "I will try to find you something better," he said, "but I will not become a necromancer for your benefit."
"There are plenty of bodies left over from every gladiator game," Yoncalla said, "like that big elf who fought so well. Why didn't you get me a body like his?"
A sudden chill ran down Jedra's spine. "What big elf?" he asked. "Not Sahalik?"
"Was that his name?" Yoncalla said. "I wasn't paying much attention until after I saw how good he was. If he hadn't slipped in a pool of blood, he would probably have won."
Jedra looked to Kitarak. "Was it Sahalik?"
Kitarak nodded his insectile head. "I'm sorry. He fought gloriously, but as Yoncalla said, he slipped, and..."
"And he's dead? Just like that?"
"That is the way of the world," Kitarak said. "At least for now. Perhaps in time, if we succeed in bringing back the riches we once had, we can use these crystals to conquer death for everyone, but unfortunately we were too late for Sahalik."
Jedra sank back to the ground. Sahalik couldn't be dead. He was too mean to die. Mean and cocky and self-confident-and lately, at least to Jedra, compassionate as well. And he was next in line to be chief.
"What about the Jura-Dai?" Jedra asked. "What will become of them?"
Kitarak shook his head. "Life in the desert is unpredictable. They may survive to become a great tribe once again, or they may not, but their story is their own. Our future lies down a different path."
"Does it?" Kayan asked. "And what path is that?"
Kitarak swiveled his head toward her. "Am I making an unwarranted assumption? I had thought that you would join us in our attempt to transform Athas into paradise again. With a little more training, you could be among our most powerful allies yet."
"Could we, now?" Kayan asked teasingly. To Jedra, she mindsent, What do you think? Is that what you want to do?
He could sense her eagerness. She was taunting Kitarak just for the fun of it, but she wanted what he offered. Even though she could retreat to her own private paradise whenever she wished, she wanted to bring it about in the real world instead. And so, Jedra realized, did he. He wanted more than just a pretty world; he wanted to upset the system of sorcerer-kings and templars and nobles and the abuse of power that led to slaves and lovers fighting in the gladiatorial arena for others' entertainment. He wanted to build a whole new society where nobody lacked food or shelter, and where everyone had a chance to succeed at whatever they wanted to do.
Sure I want to, he replied. More than anything else. Except spend the rest of my life with you, of course. That could be a long time, if we use these crystals of yours,
I'm sure. He drew her toward him and kissed her. He knew their lives would not be perfect from here on out. Kayan had once told him that there were no happily-ever-afters in this world, and he had seen enough to understand the wisdom in the elves' credo, "Hope for the best but expect the worst, that way all your surprises will be pleasant." But for just an instant as they kissed, there in the desert with their mentor once again at their sides and their future dedicated to a worthy cause, all the cares of the world vanished in an eternal moment of glory.