"I have not thought." She lifted her head, and the wind played with her dark hair. She did not smile, and yet suddenly Stark knew that she was happy.
"I am free of a great burden," she whispered. "I shall stay here for a while, and think, and after that I shall know what to do. But whatever it is there will be no evil in it, and in the end I shall rest."
He mounted, and she looked up at him, with a look that wrung his heart although it was not sad.
"Go now," she said, "and the gods go with you."
"And with you." He bent and kissed her once again, and then rode away, down to the coral cliffs.
Far out on the desert he turned and looked back, once, at the white towers of Sinharat rising against the larger moon.