“Let me go with you, my brothers! For I have destroyed the Serpent and my sin is redeemed.”
It seemed that the Quiru pondered, searching Rhiannon’s heart for truth. Then at last one stepped forward and laid his hand upon the coffin. The subtle fires died within it.
“It is our judgment that Rhiannon may go free.”
A giddiness came over Carse. The scene began to fade. He saw Rhiannon rise and go to join his brothers of the Quiru, his body growing shadowy as he passed.
He turned once to look at Carse, and his eyes were open now, full of joy beyond human understanding.
“Keep my sword, Earthman—bear it proudly, for without you I could never have destroyed Caer Dhu.”
Dizzy, half fainting, Carse received the last mental command. And as he staggered with Ywain through the dark vortex, falling now with nightmare swiftness through the eerie gloom, he heard the last ringing echo of Rhiannon’s farewell.
XX. The Return
There was solid rock under their feet at last. They crept trembling away from the vortex, white-faced and shaken, saying nothing, wanting only to be free of that dark vault.
Carse found the tunnel. But when he reached the end he was oppressed by a dread that he might be once again lost in time, and dared not look out.
He need not have feared. Rhiannon had guided them surely. He stood again among the barren hills of his own Mars. It was sunset, and the vast reaches of the dead sea bottom were flooded with the full red light. The wind came cold and dry out of the desert, blowing the dust, and there was Jekkara in the distance—his own Jekkara of the Low Canals.
He turned anxiously to Ywain, watching her face as she looked for the first time upon his world. He saw her lips tighten as though over a deep pain.
Then she threw her shoulders back and smiled and settled the hilt of her sword in its sheath.
“Let us go,” she said and placed her hand again in his.
They walked the long weary way across the desolate land and the ghosts of the past were all around them. Now, over the bones of Mars, Carse could see the living flesh that had clothed it once in splendor, the tall trees and the rich earth, and he would never forget.
He looked out across the dead sea-bottom and knew that all the years of his life he would hear the booming roll of surf on the shores of a spectral ocean.
Darkness came. The little low moons rose in the cloudless sky. Ywain’s hand was firm and strong in his. Carse was aware of a great happiness rising within him. His steps quickened.
They came into the streets of Jekkara, the crumbling streets beside the Low Canal. The dry wind shook the torches and the sound of the Harps was as he remembered and the little dark women made tinkling music as they walked.
Ywain smiled. “It is still Mars,” she said.
They walked together through the twisting ways—the man who still bore in his face the dark shadow of a god and the woman who had been a queen. The people drew apart to let them pass, staring after them in wonder, and the sword of Rhiannon was like a sceptre in Carse’s hand.