There was no pulse. Ivane was dead.
Before the assembled Court, the Warlord of Valkyr knelt before his Empress. The star-kings had gone, and the Valkyrs were the last outworld warriors remaining in the Imperial City. Now, they too, would take their leave.
Tthe Empress sat on the Great Throne, mantled in sable. Somehow, the huge throne and the vast vaulted chamber seemed to make her look small and frail.
"Your Imperial Majesty," said Kieron, "have we your leave to go?"
Alys eyes were bright with tears. She leaned forward so that none but Kieron might hear. "Stay a while yet, at least let us say our goodbyes alone and not… She looked about the crowded Throne Room, "not here."
Kieron shook his head mutely. Aloud, he said again, "Have I Your Majesty's permission to return to Valkyr?"
"Kieron…!" whispered Alys. "Please…"
Ile looked up at her once, pain in his eyes, but he did not speak.
Afys knew then that the gulf had opened between them again; that this time, it was for the rest of their lives. The tears came and s treaked her cheeks as she lifted her head and spoke for all the Court to hear.
"Permission is granted, My Lord of Valkyr. You… you may return to Valkyr." And then she whispered, "And my love goes with you, Kieron!"