Valentine looked deeper into the jungle and saw the others running through the rain: Lisamon Hultin, with the Vroon perched on her shoulder, Tunigorn, Tisana, Ermanar, Shanamir, and still more, erupting one after another from a battered and mud-splattered floater parked not far away. All of them had come, Valentine realized—everyone whom he had left behind in Gihorna, the entire party reunited at last. "Get out the wine!" he cried. "This calls for celebration!" He rushed among them, embracing this one and that, straining upward to throw his arms about the giantess, pummeling Shanamir joyfully, clasping hands solemnly with the dignified Ermanar, seizing Tunigorn in a hug that might have throttled a weaker man.

"My lord," shouted Lisamon, "you will never go off by yourself again, so long as I live! With all respects, my lord. Never again! Never!"

"If I had known, my lord," said Zalzan Kavol, "that when you said you would travel a day's journey ahead of us to the Steiche, that there was going to be a storm of such force, and that we would not see you again for this many weeks—ah, my lord, what kind of guardians do you think we are, to let you escape from us this way? When Tunigorn said you had survived the storm, but had gone chasing off into Piurifayne without waiting for us—ah, my lord, my lord, if you were not my lord I would have wanted to commit treason upon you when I caught up with you again, believe me, my lord!"

"And will you forgive me this escapade?" Valentine asked.

"My lord, my lord!"

"You know it was never my intention to separate myself from you this long. That was why I sent Tunigorn back, to find you and have you come after me. And each night I sent messages to you—I put the circlet on, I strived with all my mind's strength to reach out and touch you—you, Deliamber, and you, Tisana—"

"Those messages reached us, my lord," said Deliamber.

"They did?"

"Night after night. It gave us much joy, knowing that you were alive."

"And you made no reply?" Valentine asked.

"Ah, my lord, we replied every time," the Vroon said. "But we knew we were not getting through, that my power was not strong enough over such a distance. We longed to tell you to stay where you were, and let us come to you; but every day you were farther into the jungle, and there was no holding you back, and we were unable to overtake you, and I could not reach your mind, my lord. I could not reach your mind."

"But finally you did get through."

"With the help of your mother the Lady," said Deliamber. "Tisana went to her in sleep, and won from her a sending, and the Lady understood; and she made of her own mind the courier for mine, carrying me where I could not go myself. And that was how we spoke to you at last. My lord, there is so much to tell you, now!"