Sublimed? There is much here still to be answered, though I suspect the wait could be long; even infinitely so!
Well, the debate will doubtless continue for a long time to come. I confess I am finding the fame and even adulation that has befallen us somewhat tiring. I'm considering a retreat, after I've finished going round apologising to those who were involved without their knowledge in this.
Seddun is beautiful in winter (Visual file enclosed). As you see, the islands float on, even in the ice. Genar- Hofoen's uncle Tish sends his regards and has forgiven us.
III
Leffid held the lass in his arms and gazed happily out through the yacht's wide port-screen at the darkness of space. One bright edge of Tier was visible, rotating in all its silent majesty. Leffid thought it had never looked so beautiful. He gazed down at the sleeping face of his angel. Her name was Xipyeong. Xipyeong. What a beautiful name.
It was love this time, he was sure of it; he had found his soul-mate. They had only met the week before, only been together for a couple of nights, but he just knew. Why, for one thing, he hadn't forgotten her name once!
She stirred and woke, her eyes coming slowly open. She frowned briefly, then smiled, nuzzling him and saying, 'Hey, Geffid…'
IV
Ulver reined Brave in. The great animal snorted and came to a halt at the crest of the ridge. She loosened the reins to let the animal Put its head down and crop the grass by the rocks. Beyond, the curved land dipped and rose; the ridge looked down over a forest and a winding river then out over rolling downland dotted with houses and coppices of trees. Overhead, one of Phage's larger lakes glittered in the sunlight.
Ulver looked back to see the rest following behind; Otiel, Peis, Klatsli and her brother and the others. She laughed. Their mounts were picking their way gingerly through the stone-field; Brave had taken it at a gallop.
The black bird Gravious settled on a nearby rock. Ulver grinned at it. 'See?' she said, taking a great, deep, happy breath and waving one gloved hand out at the view. 'Isn't it beautiful here? Didn't I tell you? Aren't you glad you came?'
'It's all right, I suppose,' Gravious conceded.
Ulver laughed.
The drone Churt Lyne, also returned to Phage Rock, often wondered if it had made the right decision.
V
They looked around, in the midst of an undreamt splendour.
— Now
— I think we can all agree with that, agreed the
— If they could see us now… mused the
VI
Ren ran down the sands and into the water, shrieking and laughing and splashing. Her long blonde hair turned darker in the water and lay stuck to her skin when she ran back out again. She skipped up to where her mother, Zreyn and Amorphia sat on a gaily patterned rug under a lacy parasol. The girl threw herself at her aunt Zreyn, who grinned and caught her, then let her wriggle free and dash off along the beach, running towards a sea bird which had thought to doze off there; it flapped lazily into the air and flew slowly off, pursued by the whooping child.
The girl disappeared round the side of the long, single-storey house which lay in the dunes behind the beach; the decorated edges of its veranda awnings flapped and rippled in the warm breeze coming in off the sea.
On the porch, the image of Gestra Ishmethit sat, peering intently at the partially built model of a sailing ship sitting on a table. The man himself had his own suite of rooms, off one of the
Zreyn Tramow looked over at Dajeil. 'Have you ever thought,' she said, 'of asking the ship to re-create the old place where you used to live?'
'There's still a version of it in that Limited Bay, isn't there?' Dajeil said, looking at Amorphia. The avatar, which sported a simple black pant-skirt and skin which looked like it would never tan, was holding a long blonde hair up to the sun-line, and peering at it. It realised it was being talked to and looked at Dajeil.
'What?' it said, then, 'Oh, yes; the bay where Genar-Hofoen was kept. Yes; the tower's still there.'
'See?' Dajeil told Zreyn. She rolled along the rug, out of the parasol's shade, closed her eyes, put her hands under her head and lay on her belly, to even up her tan.
'I meant the whole thing,' Zreyn said, stretching out on the rug. 'The cliffs and everything. Even the climate, if that's possible,' she said, glancing at the avatar, which was still studying the sunlight through one of Ren's blonde hairs. 'Perfectly possible,' it muttered.
'The whole thing?' Dajeil said, grimacing. 'But it's so much
Zreyn shrugged. 'I'd just like to see it do stuff like that, I suppose.' She looked up at the sun-line. 'Making and moving all that rock, creating small oceans… You have to remember I don't take all this…
Dajeil folded the sun hat's brim up and squinted at the other woman, who made an awkward gesture.
'Sorry; is my primitiveness showing?'
Zreyn Tramow's stored mind-state had been woken up to tell her that her name at least had been used in the discovered conspiracy. The
Gestra Ishmethit, his mind-state plucked from his dying brain in the evacuated cold of the warship halls in Pittance by the guilt-stricken