“They are your sons, too,” Kaliq reminded Lara. “Have you no feeling for them at all, my love?”

“None!” Lara told him. “Kol forced his spawn upon me. Turning the one into two was the only way I managed to triumph over the darkness for us all. And I could not have done it without your help, Kaliq. ’Twas you who got the Munin to return my memories to me, else I should have perished in the Dark Lands.”

“It matters not to you that your sons will be murdered by the Darkling in her attempt to grasp her father’s power?” Kaliq asked quietly.

Lara shook her head stubbornly. “Do not ask me to care about them, Kaliq. I do not know them, nor they me. They are their father’s sons, not mine. And as Kol’s sons it will take more than a Darkling to destroy them. Remember their birth was meant to cause chaos in the Dark Lands.”

“But if their lives are taken, and Ciarda can make good her ambition to rule in her father’s place, both Hetar and Terah once again stand in danger from the darkness,” Kaliq said. “You know we cannot let that happen, my love.”

“Then what would you have us do, my lord?” Lara demanded of him.

“First,” he said, “Marzina must go to Ilona, for only her grandmother can protect her from what may come. Your daughter will be needed in the future.”

“I have lost my three oldest children, Kaliq, and now you would have me part with my youngest?”

He laughed aloud at her outrage. “Think, beloved! Do not let that tiny bit of you that is mortal rule your cold faerie heart. Marzina longs to go to her grandmother to learn all that Ilona can teach her about magic, and you promised her that she could. Perhaps after you have returned from The Gathering rather than waiting for the Icy Season,” he suggested. “Then we only have Taj to protect. As both of us will be going back and forth to manage this situation, one boy is easier to manage than three children. And there is the matter of the Hierarch. I do not know enough yet about him, and he represents a danger to Hetar.”

“I will speak to Taj and Marzina,” Lara agreed finally, sitting down next to him. “How can you be so calm about all of this, Kaliq?”

The Shadow Prince chuckled. “These past few years have been quiet, my love. Are you not ready for a few more adventures? Has your life not been just a bit dull while you played at being a wife and a mother to your five children?”

“I never played at being either a wife or a mother. I loved being Magnus’s wife. I loved mothering my children,” Lara said softly.

“And you almost forgot that fate has a destiny planned for you,” Kaliq told her.

“Every step of my life has been a part of my destiny,” Lara responded.

“You have been but marking time,” the Shadow Prince said. “Now the wheel of life has begun to move again for you.”

She sighed deeply. “I know. I sense the changes coming. I will not be allowed to simply live quietly like a mortal.” She reached up, and touched the crystal star she had worn about her neck her entire life. “I can feel Ethne, my guardian spirit, growing restless within her crystal. And Andraste has of late begun to hum above the hearth in the Great Hall where she waits for me,” Lara said. “When Magnus was killed I knew the time was near when my life would begin to shift once more. Yet I hoped it was not so. I have been so happy in Terah, Kaliq.”

“If you choose, Terah can always be your home, my love,” he said to her. “I had hoped that you would consider Shunnar your home.”

Lara looked sharply at him. “That you still love me after all these years,” she said. “I have let two mortal men into my cold faerie heart, Kaliq. Both are dead too soon.”

“But I am a Shadow Prince, and I have lived forever,” he replied with a small smile. He leaned forward to kiss her lush mouth.

Lara melted into the kiss. No one had ever kissed her quite like Kaliq, and she sighed happily. She had never really been able to resist him. He was the ultimate in pure magic. They broke off their embrace, and her green eyes looked into his blue ones.

“One day,” he told her.

“One day what?” she queried him.

“One day you will be mine forever, my love,” he answered her.

“Did you not once tell me that such a thing was not meant to be?” Lara said.

“I also told you I could not father children,” he replied with a wicked smile. “Yet we have a son who rules in Belmair, do we not? If I had not lied to you then you should not have gone forth from Shunnar as you were meant to do. You were so very young then, Lara, filled with both passion and idealism. You would have never discovered your greatness as it was intended you do, nor accomplished all you have accomplished. I could not allow you to stay, and so I lied to you then. Now, however, is a different time.”

“And now,” she answered him, “I am not quite so idealistic, my lord Kaliq. As the truth of my heritage has been revealed I have become more faerie with but a touch of mortal. I do not know if I have it in me to love again as I have in the past.”

“You love me now,” he said with just a hint of arrogance in his voice. “One day you will admit it, Lara, my love. And then you will make Shunnar your home again.”

She laughed, for suddenly she felt as if she were almost on an equal footing with the great Shadow Prince. “But until that time I may take lovers,” she said.

He shrugged. “As will I,” he returned playfully. Then he grew more serious. “I must set my brothers in Hetar to seek out all they can learn about the Hierarch.”

“Aye, for if we can stop him before a civil war is begun we can stop Ciarda from moving out of the Dark Lands and into Hetar,” Lara said.

“You might have to choose sides in the Dark Lands,” Kaliq told her.

“Why?” Lara wanted to know.

“Ciarda must be destroyed, and one of your sons must triumph over the other,” Kaliq replied. “Whichever of them takes up the throne of the Dark Lands will be kept too busy consolidating his power to cause trouble in Hetar. I think you must decide which of your sons is the lesser of two evils. Then we will aid him to gain the ascendancy, my love.”

“This is a terrible choice you give me, Kaliq,” Lara said, low.

“Do you think you can recognize the one you created from the first?” he asked her. “Perhaps he will be the least dangerous.”

“I have not seen them since several weeks after their birth,” Lara replied. “Can you find them for me, Kaliq? Can I see and study them?”

He nodded. “It can be done, my love.”

“Then do it,” Lara told him. “Do it before this situation breaks my cold faerie heart. I have not thought of Kolbein and Kolgrim in years. I never wanted to think of them, or their wicked, black-hearted father. Now they are men, almost grown, and I must choose which one will live to reign over the Dark Lands, and which of them will die so the other may rule in relative peace. No mother should be forced to this kind of a decision, Kaliq. But I am faerie, and I know what will happen if I allow that drop of mortal blood in me to overrule my common sense. Find me a way to observe Kol’s twin heirs, and I will pick so that our worlds may be safe.” His arm about her was comforting, and seemed to imbue her with an iron strength.

“They are both well hidden,” Kaliq said. “It will take time to ferret them out, my love. Keep to your summer schedule-go to the New Outlands to visit the clan families. Now more than ever it is important that Terah have their loyalty. Take Taj with you so he may make friends among those his own age.”

“He already has many friends there, but renewing those friendships now that he is the Dominus is wise. First, however, he must go to the Temple of the Great Creator where the High Priest will see that he is anointed formally. After that we will travel to the New Outlands. I will be there when you need me, my lord Kaliq.”

They both arose, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Continue to be brave, my love,” he said to her, and then he stepped back into the shadows of the room and was gone.

A faint smile touched Lara’s lips as she breathed in the sandalwood scent that clung to his cape. She was still not happy with Zagiri’s marriage. But she had no time for Zagiri now. There was much to do, and much at stake in the weeks to come.

7

LARA ALWAYS ENJOYED VISITING the clan families of the New Outlands. Each summer she would decamp from her castle and spend several weeks with them. One summer many years past, Kol, the Twilight Lord, had kidnapped Lara, stealing her memories from her so that she believed she was his wife. He believed she was the female who would give him the single son that was born to his kind. What Kol had not known was that the Shadow Princes had planned the entire episode, and when Lara was pregnant they had regained her memories for her. Then they had explained why she had been chosen to give Kol his son. Her magic would change the child in her womb into two sons. And after their birth Lara would be brought back to Terah.

As it was forbidden to kill any son born to a Twilight Lord, the birth of twins did precisely what the Shadow Princes had intended. It caused chaos and a civil war in the Dark Lands that raged to this day. The Twilight Lord was imprisoned. His sons were hidden away, and factions favoring each of the boys grew up around them. But Kol had had his revenge upon Lara, assaulting her upon the Dream Plain when she was carrying Magnus Hauk’s only son, and implanting a daughter who was born with Taj, and believed to be Magnus Hauk’s child. Lara’s husband had never known, for his mother-in-law had claimed Marzina’s exotic coloring was that of a Nix ancestor.

It had been difficult at first for Lara to love this youngest child of hers, but Marzina had proven so genuinely sweet natured and dear that her mother could not resist her. She was also, next to her elder brother, Dillon, the most magical of Lara’s children. It was a bond that drew them closer as the years passed by. Now Lara prepared to send her beloved daughter to her mother in the Forest Faerie Kingdom of Hetar. After what had happened to Zagiri she feared she could not protect Marzina properly as she needed to concentrate upon teaching her youngest son to rule his domain of Terah. Her destiny, Lara realized, was once again leading her forward whether she would go or not.