This time it was she who left the bed and stood in the pale shaft of moonlight from the window, looking down at him.
“You must go,” she said. “I cannot keep my thoughts straight.”
He didn’t move at once, but lay watching her.
“Go,” she said urgently. “Please!”
Slowly he rose and dressed. She never moved — holding herself in check, she watched him, her body still tingling from his touch, still wanting it, still needing it.
When he had gone, she seized the first object that came to hand and smashed it against the wall.
“I will go through with it,” she said aloud. “I will!”
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Beneath the Temple of the Sun at Yunu were twelve dark chambers representing the twelve dark hours of the night.
Several potent myths told what the sun did when it had passed through the twelve hours of da
