It was dark and a warm breeze blew at Korkungal’s back. The scents of the Grasslands came to him now and they were sweet. The White Light above the Temple glowed. The shouting and crying and the sound of fighting were loud in the city.
A figure approached him from the direction of the Ka. Sora walked up to him, paused, and then knelt before him. He looked at her and she returned his look. He stretched out his right hand and touched her clear cheek. It was warm and dry. She clasped his hand in hers and kissed it.
Korkungal stood up and went down into the hollow. The Light of the Ka did not penetrate here. He lay out on his back and gazed up at the stars. One of them was brighter than all the others. It stood out with brilliant starkness, suspended clear above the warm, odorous air of the Grasslands.
Sora came and stood over him. She watched him for a while. Then she raised her black vestment and lay on top of him, drawing her yellow cloak over both of them, until Korkungal could no longer see the stars or feel the eddying air.
Chapter Twenty