"But if bones and dust have revealed to them that they still--live--" He stopped abruptly, eyes seeking the globe that bore and sent forth speech.[2] "The _Afyo Maie_ has sent me to watch over you till she summons you," he announced clearly.

"There is to be a--feast.

You, _Larree_, you Goodwin, are to come.

I remain here with--Olaf." "No harm to him!" broke in O'Keefe sharply.

Rador touched his heart, his eyes.
"By the Ancient Ones, and by my love for you, and by what you twain did before the Shining One--I swear it!" he whispered.
Rador clapped palms; a soldier came round the path, in his grip a long flat box of polished wood.