"You know we must, beloved," the softer voice said. "We have asked too
much of them to offer nothing in repayment. And it will not be goodbye."
There was darkness and silence.
Stuart was dimly aware of cyclopean heights rising above him.
Painfully he stirred. He was clothed in his own body again, and the
battle-blasted hall of the dead Aesir towered high into the dimness
above him.
He turned his head.
Beside him on the dais a girl, lying crumpled in the shower of her
hair, stirred and sighed.