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The Day of Their Return
by Poul Anderson
Version 1.1

I

On the third day he arose, and ascended again to the light.

Dawn gleamed across a sea which had once been an ocean. To
north, cliffs lifted blue from the steel gray of its horizon; and down
them went a streak which was the falls, whose thunder beat dim
through a windless cold. The sky stood violet in the west, purple
overhead, white in the east where the sun came climbing. But still
the morning star shone there, the planet of the First Chosen.

I am the first of the Second Chosen, Jaan knew: and the voice of
those who choose. To be man is to be radiance.

His nostrils drank air, his muscles exulted. Never had he been this
aware. From the brightness of his face to the grit below his feet, he
was real.

ЧO glory upon glory, said that which within him was Caruith.

ЧIt overwhelms this poor body, said Jaan. I am new to
resurrection. Do you not feel yourself a stranger in chains?

ЧSix million years have blown by in the night, said Caruith. I
remember waves besparkled and a shout of surf, where now
stones lie gaunt beneath us; I remember pride in walls and
columns, where ruin huddles above the mouth of the tomb whence
we have come; I remember how clouds walked clad in rainbows.
Before all, I seek to rememberЧand fail, because the flesh I am
cannot bear the fire I wasЧI seek to remember the fullness of
existence.

Jaan lifted hands to the crown engirdling his brows.

ЧFor you, this is a heavy burden, he said.

ЧNo, sang Caruith. I share the opening that it has made for you
and your race. I will grow with, you, and you with me, and they with
us, until mankind is not only worthy to be received into Oneness, it
will bring thereunto what is wholly its own. And at last sentience will
create God. Now come, let us proclaim it to the people.

He/they went up the mountain toward the Arena.