"The revolt can't be stopped now," Leguria said. "We shall have our new
world and we shall all be a part of it."
She drew herself up, her eyes shining, and smiled at the man and woman
who had just climbed down from a smoke-blackened flying machine, a
machine which only an aerial engineer who had built bridges in the
deep jungle would have known how to maneuver with skill in an hour of
decision.
Dusk was falling and its purple glow, deflected downward from the
shining glass of the machine's cockpit, aureoled Leguria's hair in a
soft radiance.
"I may have seemed to you a strong-willed and determined woman,"
she said. "But I am not really like that at all. It is just that
circumstances change people."
She nodded and fell silent, and Teleman and Alicia were content just
to be together in the peaceful quiet of the countryside, until the
twilight deepened and gave birth to a wild rush of stars.
They lay down together under those stars, and let passion creep over
them slowly, knowing that they had time now, and freedom to love.