And so I bid them, and those who have followed with me the strange fortunes of the Rajah's Heir, an affectionate farewell. It is possible that we may meet again. When the clouds that still hide the elder continent lift—and some of us think that in their darkness we can discern fissures, through which the azure of the far-off heaven looks down—when the Revealer has spoken, when the long-hoped-for consummation, the meeting of the nations, has come; then, if I am still able to write, I will tell what part Gumilcund and her rulers have played in the great ever-unfolding drama of the ages, and how the present has grown out of the past.