Free Swordsman of Lost Terra by Poul Anderson Page A

forgotten."
    "But we reached what we strove for," she said. "Ryvan is safe, all the Twilight Lands are. You folk of Killorn have the land you needed. Isn't that enough to achieve?"
    "I suppose so." Kery stirred restlessly. "I wonder how it stands in Killorn now?"
    "And you still want to return?" She tried to hold back the tears. "This is a fair land, and you are great in it, all you people from the north. You would go back to—that?"
    "Indeed," he said. "All you say is true. We would be fools to return." He scowled. "It may well be that in the time we yet have to wait most of us will find life better here and decide to stay. But not I, Sathi. I am just that kind of fool."
    "This land needs you, Kery. I do."
    He tilted her chin, smiling half sorrowfully into her eyes. "Best you forget, dear," he said. "I will not stay here once the chance comes to return."
    She shook her head blindly, drew a deep breath, and said with a catch in her voice, "Then stay as long as you can, Kery."
    "Do you really mean that?" he asked slowly. She nodded.
    "You are a fool too," he said. "But a very lovely fool."
    He took her in his arms.
    Presently she laughed a little and said, not without hope, "I'll have a while to change your mind, Kery. And I'll try to do it. I'll try!"