The afternoon sun blazed down on Aedyn. A zephyr rustled a flag flying from the great citadel of the island, bearing the emblem of the Lord of Hosts. Crowds of people were milling round the castle, clearing away the debris of battle and exulting in their new freedom. Lukas had taken charge, ready to ensure a smooth path from oppression to peace.

Peter and Julia walked among the people, stopping to grasp hands and exchange stories with those gathered. And then Gaius found them and ushered them away.

"Come," he said. "There is little time."

And as he spoke the walls of the citadel melted away, and they were once more in the garden. The silver glow was stronger than ever.

Julia looked around in utter astonishment. Gone were the ruined walls, the overgrown paths, and the blocked fountain. The soft stone walls were covered with roses and flowering plants, whose heavy aroma perfumed the late afternoon air. The fountain was burbling, sending cool streams of pure, clear water into the air and cascading into the pond. The garden was serene, an oasis of coolness in the heat of the day. It was as if an army of gardeners had labored for weeks to restore it to its original beauty.

Julia wandered around the walled garden, admiring the flowers and their delectable fragrances. In another part of the garden she found some trees, whose beautiful broad green leaves seemed to exude sweet-smelling oils which hovered in the air. One tree was set apart from the rest, raised up and surrounded by a low stone wall. Its branches drooped low, laden with exotic ripe fruit. She returned to the center of the garden and the great throne where Gaius and Peter were waiting.

"Well, fair one?" the monk asked. "Have you solved our great question?"

"I think so," she murmured. "It's all about power, isn't it—loving power more than people."

"Nothing's that simple," scoffed Peter, but Gaius raised a hand to silence him.

"Truth is found most often in simplicity," he said. "You have done well, my children. You have set this land free from its oppressors, and so it will remain for many years."

"Not forever?" asked Julia.

"No. Not so long as the dark power that created those amulets exits." Gaius shook his head, and then looked up, beyond the children and beyond the garden—beyond Aedyn itself.

 "But one day, a redeemer will come. One who will be of the house of Marcus, but greater still. One who will defeat the dark forces of evil and death. We can only resist them, but he can break the true source of their power and banish their presence. The Anointed One will come. We are his heralds, and we prepare his way. His hour has not yet come."
 

As he spoke the sun began to set, and a cold breeze blew throughout the garden. "It is time," said Gaius. "Tell no one of the things you have seen here, but remember…always remember."

His voice faded, and the garden seemed to glow more brightly than ever until the silver overwhelmed their sight. And when it faded, Peter and Julia found themselves no longer in Aedyn.

"My goodness!" It was their grandmother, come to find them in the garden. "Both out of your beds after midnight—after midnight! You'll catch your death of cold! Come inside the house, and let's warm you up and get you safely into bed. Your father's coming tomorrow with something special to tell you, and I don't want him to find you still abed!"

Peter and Julia exchanged glances, and then, silently agreeing that it was best not to say too much, nestled under their grandmother's arms and went up into the house.