Whiskeyjack, for all that you have taught me, I thank you. Bridgeburners, I wish I could have done better by you. Especially at the end. At the very least, I could have died with you. All right, it’s probably far too late. But I bless you, one and all. With that, he turned back, stepped through the portal. In the silent chamber, the light faded, the globe flickering, then finally vanishing. But a new glow had come to the chamber. Faint, seeming to dance with the black web on the sarcophagi. A dance of mystery.
