Kusum was gone. The rakoshi were gone. Vicky was home safe. Kolabati was turning young again in the bedroom. He found himself possessed by an insistent urge to sneak down the hall and find out what was happening to Kolabati… to watch her actually grow young. Maybe then he could believe in magic.

Magic… after all he had seen, all he had been through, he still found it difficult to believe in magic’ Magic didn’t make sense. Magic didn’t follow the rules. Magic…

What was the use? He couldn’t explain the necklaces or the rakoshi. Call them unknowns. Leave it at that.

But still—to actually watch it happening…

He went to stand up and found he couldn’t. He was too weak. He slumped back and closed his eyes. Sleepy…

A sound behind him startled him to alertness. He opened his eyes and realized that he must have dozed off. The hazy skim-milk light of predawn filled the sky. He must have been out for at least an hour. Someone was approaching from the rear. Jack tried to turn to see who it was but found he could only move his head. His shoulders were fixed to the wing back of the chair… so weak…

“Jack?” It was Kolabati’s voice—the Kolabati he knew. The young Kolabati. “Jack, are you all right?”

“Fine,” he said. Even his voice was weak.

She came around the chair and looked down at him. Her necklace was back on around her neck. She hadn’t got all the way back to the thirty-year-old he had known, but she was close. He put her age at somewhere around forty-five now.

“No, you’re not! There’s blood all over the chair and the floor!”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Here.” She produced the second necklace—Kusum’s. “Let me put this on you. “

“No!” He didn’t want anything to do with Kusum’s necklace. Or hers.

“Don’t be an idiot! It will strengthen you until you can get to a hospital. All your wounds started bleeding again as soon as you took it off.”

She reached to place it around his neck but he twisted his head to block her.

“Don’t want it!”

“You’re going to die without it, Jack!”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll heal up—with out magic. So please go. Just go.”

Her eyes looked sad. “You mean that?”

He nodded.

“We could each have our own necklace. We could have long lives, the two of us. We wouldn’t be immortal, but we could live on and on. No sickness, little pain—”

You’re a cold one, Kolabati.

Not a thought for her brother—Is he dead? How did he die? Jack could not help but remember how she had told him to get hold of Kusum’s necklace and bring it back, saying that without it he would lose control of the rakoshi. That had been the truth in a way—Kusum would no longer have control of the rakoshi because he would die without the necklace. When he contrasted that against Kusum’s frantic efforts to find her necklace after she had been mugged, Kolabati came up short. She did not know a debt when she incurred one. She spoke of honor but she had none. Mad as he had been, Kusum was ten times the human being she was.