“Come on,” Eppie urged. Clouds had come up and rain was starting to fall. The earth shook again.
“We’re staying,” Iola said.
“We’ll see Anara one last time,” Thorat said. “We can go to the hills. Let someone else go beyond the seas in our place.”
“But…” Eppie reached out to Thorat. He shook his head. She let her hand drop.
Kinner climbed into the boat too. There were people were trying to get on, but the oarsmen shooed them away. There simply wasn’t room for everyone.
“Send Myril my love,” Iola said. “Thorat and I might not live, but she will, and I’ll see the winged ones again.”
“May they go with you,” Darna said. She turned away. They had what they wanted, which was each other, but she hated to leave them so soon.
“Go with each other, then, like Ara and Enat. You are Ara and Enat,
