It was Quivven!
Tenderly he raised the crumpled form in his arms, and groped on down the treacherous trail.
Myles wondered how long he could bear up with this dead weight in his arms. But just as he was beginning to stagger, the road gave a turn and flattened out, and there before him were lights, the flares and bonfires of a city! They had reached the plain.
“Quivven!” he cried joyfully. “This is home! There ahead lies Vairkingi!”
But she made no reply. Her body was cold and still.
Quickly he laid her on the ground and placed one ear to her chest. Thank the Great Builder! Her heart still beat. So he chafed her hands and feet, and worked her arms violently back and forth until she began to groan protestingly.
“Quivven!” he cried. “Wake up! We are home!”
“Are you here, Myles?” she murmured faintly,
“Yes.”
“And you won’t make me walk any more?”