The old man straightened wearily.
"Our Elaine will die," he said. "Her mind will be wiped out when the Morriere pikes stab through my ancestor's body."
"There must be some way of calling her back—"
"If there is, I do not know it." He shook his head. "No. There is nothing we can do."
"We can try!"
Mark's voice rang out like the clang of a great iron bell, echoing with grim resolve. His tanned jaw jutted hard with determination. His eyes flashed brown fire.
Elaine's father let his hands fall in a hopeless gesture.
"What is there to try, my boy? Elaine's mind is gone, back a hundred and fifty years into the past. Her body lies unconscious in a hospital. What can we do?"
A savage, humorless smile played over the other's lips.