He descended, stamping on the basalt rock; the terrace shook, sparks flew up, and the steam of his breath shot out in clouds.
“Take me with you,” she implored.
“To the islands of opal and silver.”
“They are too far away.”
“Take me, then, nearer to them; take me with you where you will.”
“Are you not afraid?”
“No.”
“Will you hold fast to my neck?”
“Yes, oh yes!”