"But I'm not King any more!" Imbri protested. "Now that the real Kings have been freed--"
"You will retain the honorary title, King Mare Imbrium," King Trent said with a smile. "You are the one who saved Xanth. We shall fashion a statue in your likeness and never forget you."
There was a murmur of agreement from all the others in the collective daydream--her friends.
Suddenly Imbri knew she was going to like this duty. With that realization, she looked up and saw that it was day. Time had passed between her descent into the Void, the final breaking of the chain of Kings, and her reanimation as a soul-horse. Now the sun was up, but there was a light shower, as if the clouds were shedding tears of joy at the salvation of Xanth. Perhaps it was some weather overlapping from her region of the moon, the Sea of Rains.
There, in the bright misty sky, was the many-colored rainbow she had always longed to see, spanning her horizon.
Piers Anthony, Night Mare
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