“Lovers in the Light sleep sweetly. The Light returns on the appointed day.”
“Who lies there?” Garin motioned to the dais.
“The first Ancient Ones. Come, look upon those who made this Tav.”
On the dais the couches were arranged in two rows and between them, in the center, was a single couch raised above the others. Fifty men and women lay as if but resting for the hour, smiles on their peaceful faces but weary shadows beneath their eyes. There was an un-human quality about them which was lacking in their descendents.
Urg advanced to the high couch and beckoned Garin to join him. A man and a woman lay there, the woman’s head upon the man’s breast. There was that in their faces which made Garin turn away. He felt as if he had intruded roughly where no man should go.
“Here lies Thran, So
