The moon orb turned and vanished from the spotlight; the sun orb returned. Came another centurion, who awakened the first, arguing with him and gesticulating angrily—
(where are you, my love ... your eyes gaze but do not see)
(Dravidian?)
—until a fight broke out between them and the second centurion was defeated. The first centurion opened the cage, but the woman did not step out. He sunk to one knee and pleaded with her ... until at last she took his outstretched hand and went with him. The cage and the table melted.
(they are us)
(yes)
(they tell our story and do not know it)
The horse returned, and with it the woman and the centurion, and the scenery blew past.
Shekalane lowered her chin, looking at Dravidian, gritting her teeth, her pleasure turned to something more aggressive
