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." Olivia suddenly looked up at St.George, her face pale in the ghostly light.

There it had been, waiting for them all the while, the sense of the vivid personal against the vague eternal.