"Aye." Naia smiled.
"Behold then!" said Croft, and willed himself toward Himyra, still keeping his companion's hand.
The city glowed beneath them, its fire-urns burning up and down the Na in double ranks. The place was white before them. Then—Lakkon lay stretched in slumber on a couch.
"My father!" Naia left Croft's side and seemed to hover all blue and white and gold above him, until as though subconsciously he felt her presence, Lakkon's lips moved and he muttered: "Naia," in his sleep.
"Come," said Croft again, and led her back, since he did not deem it well to risk too long a first excursion.
"Return now to your body as before," he directed when they stood beside it. "Yet remember this when you wake."
For the first time she asked a question of her own volition. "You—are—really Jason?"
"Aye."
"And—your body?"
"Lies in the Zitran pyramid as yours lies here before you. Return into yours, beloved, and I return to mine."