LVI
Dawn follows midnight, and even in this lost land the shadows shrink.
Civilizations rise and fall. We saved not the last of an old one, but the beginnings of a new.
T'will take time and effort, blood and tears. But the people of this land can rebuild their shattered world. They can make it live again. And they will rise better than ever before, so long as they heed the mistakes that led them to ruin.
As for us... we move onward with our own journeys. Even if not all of us be aware of where we are headed.
Farewell, and God keep ye.
((Hands held him hard, but the vagrant gleam in his eyes grew blind and bright,
And Solomon Kane put by the folk and went into the night.
A wild moon rode in the wild white clouds, the waves their white crests showed
When Solomon Kane went forth again, and no man knew his road.
They saw him etched against the moon on the hill in clouds that thinned,
They heard an eery, echoed call that whistled down the wind.
Out of the tavern into the night went Solomon Kane once more,
He had heard the clamor of the winds, he had harked to the ocean's roar.
---Solomon Kane's Homecoming [Revised], Robert E. Howard ))