Fires of Delight
SWEPT UP IN THE FLAMES OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.  THEY WERE CONSUMED BY...

IN THAT INSTANT HIS EYES FOUND SELENA IN THE CROWD...

Their eyes met and touched and held, the earth ceased to spin, the moon to glow, the wind to move about Versailles. Paris was gone from the face of the earth, and London, too, and Prague. France was gone, England was lost, America was no more. There were no millions dreaming in the night or awaiting the dawn. There was no mob at the gates of this palace, no king, no queen, no courtiers within. There was only a memory of Coldstream Castle and of the Highlands. The dream-haunted ghost of a wolf shimmered suddenly in the air, too fleet for the mirrors to catch, and disappeared.

In that instant there was only Royce Campbell and Selena MacPherson.

No others.