Bladud grew excited as the implications of the ring began to dawn on him.
‘Take it off,’ he urged. ‘Perhaps it will help us now.’
He untied the golden thread with shaking hands, and withdrew the band of gold from her slender finger. He stared hard at the faint carving of the three interlinked spirals, and was amazed that he had owned it all this time and never really noticed it. He held the ring up high to study it more clearly, and the first rays of the rising sun caught the gold.
And then he began to have a strange sensation, as though he was poised in the centre of a Silence, in the centre of a spaceless Space, a timeless Time...
Imogene and the priest-king were now standing before them, holding hands just as he and Alcestis were holding hands, the priest-king holding up a ring iden
