"Much easier," Kreyu agrees, amused at his cheekiness. The spells she casts on them are becoming familiar by now.

She surges into the sky, leaving the lost city behind, at least for now. The delta is green below them, even in the dry season. Tiny dots on the river must be boats, moving up and down the river, beneath them as they fly.

The sun sets, and the stars come out, a whole cloak of brilliant sparks set in the sky.