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.Tell me you can’t fly.”Durzo shrugged.“Hollow bones, changes to the heart and eyes if you want to see while you dive, careful re-apportionment of body mass—it’s a real bitch.Helps if you study dragons.”“Dragons? No, don’t tell me.” Kylar stood, shaky from the vast amount of magic that had coursed through him.“I didn’t think I could heal that fast—” he cut off as Durzo’s wings melted into his back and his form subtly changed proportions.Durzo had taught him that shifting his features, even the relatively minor shifts from one human face to another, took eight to twelve hours.Now his master had lost thirty-foot wings in a matter of seconds.“Unbelievable,” Kylar said.“It’s too hard for you,” Durzo said, a note of apology sneaking into his voice.“Do you know where Elene is?” Kylar demanded.“Not for sure, but I know where the party is.” Durzo looked like he was about to say more, but he stopped.His face drained of humor.A moment later, Kylar caught what dismayed his master.By degrees, the ground beneath them seemed to sigh.The stench of the newly dead was magnified tenfold.Jorsin’s spell locking the ground had been broken.The Dead Demesne shook off its chains and breathed.94Godking Wanhope saw the Cenarian flare arc high over his command tents and his heart stopped.Jenine.They were taking Jenine.He stood on the last flight of steps before a great dome of the ancient castle.It was the tallest building he’d ever seen, with towering arches and flying buttresses that scraped the very heavens.Inside, he could feel Khali—and Neph Dada.Dorian was surrounded by a dozen highlanders and two hundred Vürdmeisters: more than enough.The real battle would be between himself and Neph, his old tutor.Neph, who was making his play at usurpation.Neph, who had raised a Titan and the red buulgari—the fire ants, the bugs—which had been imprisoned near the Titan.Nor was Neph Dada the only one making a play.Wanhope’s brother Moburu had spent almost all his strength in cutting through Wanhope’s forces yesterday to get to Black Barrow.Now he was emerging from one of the tunnels under the city.He had a ferali.From the stairs, the Godking had a vantage of everything north and east of the castle.To the north, he could see the small Cenarian force cutting through the Dead Demesne to the east, where they would meet Logan Gyre’s troops, led by the king himself.Moburu’s force looked to be only a few hundred, and it would meet Logan’s troops before the Cenarians who’d taken Jenine got there.Without the ferali, the Cenarians would obliterate Moburu’s force.With it—well, it depended on how good Logan’s magae were.All in all, the resulting clash should give him plenty of time to go inside, take Khali and cut off Neph from the vir.Without vir, Neph and Moburu would be helpless, and the entire army of krul would finally be united.Wanhope had made mistakes, but the day was far from lost.He was turning to go inside when he saw Moburu’s men turn and head for the Cenarians holding Jenine.His heart pounded.He’d seen this scene as his gift came back.Moburu’s ferali would demolish the kidnappers, and he would seize Jenine.Wanhope saw the picture vividly.Moburu held Jenine, his eyes wild, a spell wrapped around her head that would crush it like a melon if he released it.It was too late for Jenine.Wanhope could see her head popping, brains squirting out of the narrow holes in the spell.He blinked.Even if he saved her, his marriage was finished.The Cenarians had taken her.She must know now that Logan was alive.If he rescued her within sight of Logan, would she thank him for it? Inside, at least, was power.With Khali, Wanhope had magic, wealth, every pleasure of the flesh, comfort.There was the study of things lost, of magics no one could teach but a goddess.There was everything but friendship, companionship, love—but what were those things if he was going to go mad and couldn’t enjoy them anyway? This was his birthright, and people had been trying to take his birthright for as long as he’d lived.He’d given everything to be here.What would happen to his harem if he left? He’d given those girls a decent life, a better life than they could have imagined.He couldn’t live without the vir.He’d quit it once, and quitting had nearly killed him.He couldn’t do it again.Jenine was dead to him anyway.Besides, he wanted to crush Neph, to teach him finally who was the master and who the student, to avenge all the cruelties Neph had inflicted on him growing up.Wanhope turned to go inside.“Dorian?” a man shouted from halfway down the hill.“Dorian?!” In the cobblestone street, a hundred paces away, Solon emerged around a corner, riding a chestnut destrier.He gestured with one hand to what must have been soldiers in the street behind him, telling them to stop.“Dorian! My God, Dorian, it’s good to see you! I thought you were dead!”Godking Wanhope was wearing his white robes and heavy gold chains of office.The vir were darkening his skin, and Solon pretended not to see any of it.Solon rode toward him, not touching his Talent, not holding any weapon, not making any move that might seem threatening, as if he were approaching a wild animal.“It is you.Dorian.”He said the word like it had power, like he was calling a dead man back to life.And it was life.Even with all the luxury and the fulfillment of every whim, Dorian had lived these last months hunted.There had been no rest, only stupor.There had never been communion, not even with Jenine.The two hundred Vürdmeisters were getting nervous at Solon’s approach.They could smell the potency of his Talent, and even to Wanhope’s nostrils it reeked.He hated it.It smelled of light, scouring, revealing, shaming light
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