When Kalyba looked back, both she and Tané froze. Recognition sparked in her eyes. “Neporo.” Tané watched her expression flicker. Kalyba began to laugh. “Neporo,” she exclaimed. “I wondered— all these centuries, I wondered so often if you had survived, my sister. How wonderfully strange that it should be here that I find my answer.” A smile twisted her mouth, beautiful and terrible. “Look upon my work. All this destruction is because of you. And now you come on your hands and knees to beg the orange tree for mercy.”
