And then she was Leoda again (or was she?), still perched upon that solitary boulder, resting upon the sandy beach under a starry sky, staring into his star-struck eyes, the soft glowing outlines of the young stranger's face, catching for only a moment the sharp secret sparkle, a boundless mystery, that glistered in his dark twinkling eyes; and then she took his hand and stepped down from her throne, the queen come home from the sea; took his hand willing to follow wherever her prince might lead.