He could see no life, no movement, no sign of her! He was about to run into the fire itself when Samir grabbed him. When he heard Julie scream.
In a daze he turned and looked at them. Alex Savarell was struggling to get up, his clothes blackened and smoking. His father stood beside him, a burnt garment hanging from his hand. He would live, the young man. That was clear.
But she! Where was she! Appalled, he stared at the giant trains, the one stopped now, the other fast disappearing; had ever the world known such power? And the explosion; it had been like a volcano.
"Cleopatra!" he cried out. Then he felt himself, for all his immortal strength, slowly crumpling. Julie Stratford held him in her arms.
The dawn came with a fiery glow on the horizon; the sun, caught in a mist, seemed not so much a disk but a great layer of simmering heat. The stars faded slowly.
Once again he walked back and forth over the same stretch of railroad track. Samir watched him patiently. Julie Stratford had gone to sleep in the backseat of the car.
Elliott and his son had returned to the hotel.
Faithful Samir alone stood with him, as once again he examined the burnt mangled car. Horrid the skeleton of the thing. Horrid the bits and pieces of charred leather clinging to the blackened springs.
"Sire," Samir said patiently," nothing could survive such an explosion. In the olden times, sire, such heat was unknown."
It was known, he thought. It was known in the eye of an erupting mountain, the very image that had come to him last night.
"But there must be some trace, Samir. Something must remain."
But why punish this poor mortal who had never done anything but give him comfort? And Julie, his poor Julie. He must take her back to the safety and quiet of the hotel. She had not spoken since it happened. She had stood by him, holding on to him, but she had not spoken a word.
"Sire, give thanks for what has taken place," Samir said tentatively." Death has reclaimed her. Surely she is at peace again."
"Is she?" he whispered." Samir, why did I frighten her! Why did I drive her out into the night? Samir, we quarrelled as we had always quarrelled. We strove to hurt each other! There was no time suddenly; we stood outside it, warring with each other." He broke off, unable to go on.
"Come rest now, sire. Even immortals must rest."
PART 2 Chapter 32
THEY STOOD all together in the train station. For A Ramses, a moment of the most pure and undiluted anguish. But he had no more words to use to persuade her; when he looked into her eyes, he saw not a coldness, but a deep and unhealing hurt.
And Alex, he was changed now into another human being with Alex's face and form. He had listened resentfully to the half-truths they'd given him. A woman Ramsey had known; mad; dangerous. Then he had closed himself off; he wanted to hear no more.
They were older now, this young man and this young woman. There was a faint greyness in Julie's expression; there was a numbness and sullen quiet to Alex as he stood at her side.
"They won't keep me here more than a few days," Elliott said to his son." I'll be home perhaps a week after your arrival. Take care of Julie. If you take care of Julie ..."
"I know, Father, it will be the best thing for me."
Icy the smile that had once been so warm.
The conductor made his call. The train was ready to roll out of the station. Ramses did not want to see it moving; did not want to hear that noise. He wanted to escape now, but he knew that he would stay till the end.
"You will not change your mind," he whispered.
She continued to look away.
"I'll always love you," she whispered. He had to bend down to hear it, let her lips almost touch him." To my dying day, I shall love you. But no, I cannot change my mind."
Alex took his hand suddenly." Good-bye, Ramsey, Hope I see you in England."
The ritual was almost over; he turned to kiss Julie, but she'd already pulled away. She was on the metal stair into the passenger car, and then for one instant their eyes met.
It wasn't reproach; it wasn't condemnation; she couldn't do anything else. She had explained it a thousand