Alys' voice cut through the heavy stillness. "Arrest that woman for the murder of my brother Toran!" But the crowd of courtiers was thinking of other things. Jaded and cynical, they had seen with their own eyes that Ivane was a familiar of the dreaded Great Destroyer. Someone cried: "Witch! Burn her!" The mass of courtiers and warriors swept forward, screaming for the kill. Kieron leaped for the dais, his sword still bared. "I'll kill the first one who sets foot on the Great Throne!" he cried. But Ivane had heard the crowd sounds. The black mantle slipped from her shoulders, and she stood stripped to the waist, like a marble goddess--her eyes recapturing some of their icy hauteur. Then, before she could be stopped, she had taken a jewelled dagger and driven it deep into her breast. Kieron caught her as she fell, feeling the warm blood staining his hands. He eased her down on the foot of the Great Throne and laid his ear to her breast. There was no pulse. Ivane was dead. * * * * * Before the assembled Court, the Warlord of Valkyr knelt before his Empress. The star-kings had gone, and the Valkyrs were the last outworld warriors remaining in the Imperial City. Now, they too, would take their leave. The Empress sat on the Great Throne, mantled in sable. Somehow, the huge throne and the vast vaulted chamber seemed to make her look small and frail. "Your Imperial Majesty," said Kieron, "have we your leave to go?" Alys' eyes were bright with tears. She leaned forward so that none but Kieron might hear. "Stay a while yet, Kieron. At least let us say our goodbyes alone and not ..." She looked about the crowded Throne Room, "... not here." Kieron shook his head mutely. Aloud, he said again, "Have I Your Majesty's permission to return to Valkyr?" "Kieron...!" whispered Alys. "Please...." He looked up at her once, pain in his eyes, but he did not speak. Alys knew then that the gulf had opened between them again; that this time, it was for the rest of their lives. The tears came and streaked her cheek as she lifted her head and spoke for all the Court to hear. "Permission is granted, My Lord of Valkyr. You ... you may return to Valkyr." And then she whispered, "And my love goes with you, Kieron!" Kieron raised her jewelled hands to his lips and kissed them.... Then he arose and turned on his heel to stride swiftly from the Great Hall. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rebel of Valkyr, by Alfred Coppel