There was said to have been buried with her a casket of
love-letters from Alexander, who may have known Yaque and probably
at one time visited it and, in that case, was entertained in the
very palace. And if this is true the story of his omission to
conquer the island may one day divert the world.
Jarvo bent before a low tomb whose stone was delicately scored with
winged circles.
"Perhaps," he said, "you will recall the accounts of the kidnapped
Egyptian priestesses sold to the Theoprotions by Phoenician
merchants in the heroic age of Greece? They were not all sold. Here
lie the bones of four, given royal burial because of their holy
office."
Nothing was unbelievable--nothing had been unbelievable for so long
that these four had almost learned that everything is possible.
Which, if you come to think of it, and no matter how absurdly you
learn it, is a thing immeasurably worth realizing in this world of
possibilities. It is one of our two magics.
"And this," Jarvo said softly, pausing before a vacant niche
opposite the tomb of King Abibaal, "this will be the receptacle for
the present king of Yaque, his Majesty, King Otho, by the grace of
God.
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