The Green Man raised his head, light running off his silver mask. “I could. That is certainly within my powers.” Tilting the envelope, he poured some of the powder into his left hand. It hissed, then sizzled where it touched the silver glove, and gauzy gray smoke gathered in the Elder’s palm, slowly forming into a ball. “But if I send you to the past, it is a one-way journey: there is no return. Only Chronos, the Master of Time, could bring you back again.” The Green Man chuckled. “And he’s not going to do that; he hates you even more than I do.”

Shakespeare turned to look at Saint-Germain and winked. “Bold, bad man. Does everyone hate you?”

“Just about.” The immortal sounded almost pleased. “It’s a gift.”

The ball of smoke continued to gather in Tammuz’s silver glove. “Once you go back, you will be trapped there for all eternity.” The Elder looked closely at the Frenchman. “Why do you want to do this?” he asked curiously. “Why is this woman so important to you?”

Saint-Germain blinked in surprise. “Have you ever loved anyone?” he asked.

“Yes,” Tammuz said cautiously, “I had a consort once, Inanna…”

“But did you love her? Truly love her?”

The Green Man remained silent.

“Did she mean more to you than life itself?” Saint-Germain persisted.

“They do not love that do not show their love,” Shakespeare murmured very softly.

The French immortal stepped closer to the Elder. “I love my Jeanne,” he said simply. “I must go to her.”

“Even though it will cost you everything?” Tammuz persisted, as if the idea was incomprehensible.

“Yes. Without Joan, everything I have is worthless.”

“Even your immortality?”

“Especially my immortality.” Gone were the banter and the jokes. This was a Saint-Germain whom neither Shakespeare nor Palamedes had ever seen before. “I love her,” he said.

The Green Man stared at the sphere of smoke in the palm of his hand. The globe had turned pale, almost transparent in places. He added a little more of the gray powder from the envelope and watched as it swirled through the ball like snowflakes.

“I was never sure that the humani were the rightful inheritors of this planet,” Tammuz said suddenly. “When Danu Talis sank, some of my race choose to create Shadowrealms; others decided to live on this earth. We became kings and princes. Some were even worshipped as gods, and a few took on the role of teachers, claiming that the humani possessed attributes that would make them great. And love and loyalty were counted among the greatest of those attributes. Love and loyalty.” He shook his head slightly. “Perhaps if my race had possessed a little more of both, we would still rule this earth,” he said with a sigh. “Now, you say your wife is lost in the Pleistocene era…”

The globe cradled in his palm turned clear.