Lt. Brasker is now ready to return to his starship. Angari bids him goodbye and curiously….
“Very well, I shall bid you farewell,” said Angari, bowing. But before he turned away, he paused. “May I ask you a question Lt. Brasker?”
“Of course,” the spaceman turned back.
“Do you believe in the One who made the universe through which you travel?”
The Lt., who was frequently razzed about his stubborn belief in a transcendent God, smiled. “I certainly do, Angari. I certainly do!” He raised his hand in a salute. “I almost hope we meet again, friend.”
Lt. Brasker walked on around the bend and the winged creature turned back toward Skye. Just before Brasker disappeared from sight, he pointed the scancom once more at Angari. “Still no reading. Hmmm, the One who made the universe. Wings…” He shrugged his shoulders and walked on, tapping the comlink. “Brasker to beam up!”
Angari saw the sparkling cylinder of light and, breathing a sigh of relief, sat back down on the moss-covered rock through which there now peeked the shine of Emerald. Two tiger cubs appeared out of the bushes and rubbed against his legs while squirrels and rabbits hopped to the sparkling stone beside him. Fragrant blossoms drifted in the air from the ever-blooming trees and several tiny creatures lit on his shoulders. On closer inspection, however, one noticed that these were tiny winged people. They laughed and sang in their chiming voices, pulling at Angari’s hair and coaxing him to come back to Skye with them.
“Ok, let’s go!” Angari laughed. “You were very cooperative and very careful!” Suddenly he was as tiny as they were and the whole retinue winked out and reappeared over Skye. Here, the castle was shining with a refracted light that, had he been allowed to see it, would have blinded Brasker as the sun caught the facets of amethyst, ruby and diamond. They swooped inside where translucent walls allowed the rich sunlight to fall in tiny rainbows over the amber floors and strike fire from the rich, faceted crystal saucers and goblets.
The Queen was just coming into the main hall with a circlet of minuscule Alari ornamenting her snowy hair. Angari assumed full stature, something short of seven feet, and bowed before her. “Come, Angari, and let us discuss what you learned of the stranger.” The Queen smiled at him.