CHAPTER 4A THOUSAND TOMORROWS
After they had loved in the great canopied bed, they lay naked together and rested. And said what was in their hearts.
Kellory was very honest with the woman. He knew, and she knew, that it was unlikely that they could find real happiness together, but neither of them had found any particular happiness in being apart. The months since he had vanished from the streets of Khev had been an agony of loneliness for the Warlock, although he had tried to deny it to himself. Nor had they been any better for Carthalla.
“My life was built for one purpose,” he said, “and with that purpose accomplished, I drift idly with the days. I sought forgetfulness in my studies, but the books of sorcery hold not for me now the charms that once they held. Nor do I take any pleasur
