In that case he must be standing exactly where Aled had stood, eight or ten days ago, looking through his eyes at an artifact that Briggana herself might have seen, might have touched. He had found them both. The three of them were reunited, he thought, aware of the thudding of his heart. They were together, but of course only in place, separated by the veils of time, a medium experienced as fluid but which hardens into an opacity as impenetrable after a few hours or days as after fifteen hundred years. Only memory can see through time, move in it with open eyes. Without memory we can only circle endlessly round the present moment.