“I’m being reborn, Elayne,” Birgitte whispered. “Now. Somewhere, a woman is preparing to give birth, and I will go to that body. It’s happening.” “I don’t want to lose you.” Birgitte chuckled. “Well, perhaps we will meet again. For now, be happy for me, Elayne. This means the cycle continues. I get to be with him again. Gaidal … I’ll be only a few years younger than he.” Elayne took her arm, eyes watering. “Love and peace, Birgitte. Thank you.”
