"I am Matlin and more than Matlin. Matlin was only a part of me. But you can call me Matlin, if you wish. All our lives."
"Do you wish?"
"It is not my name."
"Philrhodes?"
"It is customary," he said, smiling, "to use one half or the other."
"Phil? Phil?" she breathed tremulously, and came into his arms. Then, after a while, he tucked The Book of the Dead under one arm and her hand under the other and started on the long trek back toward the sunshine.
Daylight was very bright, dazzling them.
"There they are!" a voice shouted, and Haazahri screamed:
"It's Felg!"