[The laugh, and the country: these are enough to revive Val. He recovers from his slump, eyes bright.]

Antivan yourself! I should have guessed, mademoiselle. You must excuse me. Want of drink has dulled my wits, I think--of course you are Antivan. It is my favorite country, you know. Of all the places that I have traveled, Antiva remains supreme.

No, I think now that I can never die. I must first propose a toast, at least--

[He raises his glass.]

To Antiva.