“Jonah is a greedy man,” Corrado noted.

“But he is also ambitious,” Lara returned. “He schemed for years so that he might rule Hetar. Given the choice of losing his high place or future sources of wealth he will, I know, do everything in his power to protect his throne.”

“So marrying our princess did in the end gain him Terah’s help,” Armen remarked dryly. He cocked a questioning eyebrow in Lara’s direction.

“I do not do this for Zagiri,” Lara replied sharply. “She has made her bed. But if we do not stop the darkness from enveloping Hetar, it will next devour Terah. You are no fool, my lord Armen. You know this to be so.”

“I do,” he admitted, nodding.

“How long must I live in Terah before you will stop anticipating and interpreting my motives?” Lara asked him.

Armen flushed. “Forgive me, Domina,” he said humbly.

“When must you go to Hetar?” Corrado asked, attempting to defuse the situation.

“We will plan Taj’s coronation first. I will visit Hetar briefly, and then return for my son’s crowning,” Lara told him. “I will entrust you with the first day, Corrado, as you were Magnus’s best friend. My lord Armen, you will do the second day, and you, my lord Tostig, will be responsible for the third and final day. I shall see the monies distributed to the villages, and the invitations written and sent to those who are meant to be here. Are we agreed, my lords?”

“We are agreed,” they chorused.

Lara dismissed them, and sent to her son’s chief secretary, the former head scribe, Ampyx. “I will need your help,” she told him. “The Dominus’s coronation is near. Invitations must be sent to the headman or headwoman of every fjord, and to Rendor, head of the High Council of the New Outlands, as well as family members, and the High Priest and High Priestess. I will also carry to Hetar with me an invitation to their Lord High Ruler, Jonah. A blanket invitation is to be offered to all in Terah who come to the castle during those three days of festivities. And monies must be distributed to every village in Terah and the New Outlands so they may hold their own celebrations. The invitations must go out within the next few days.”

“Of course, Domina,” Ampyx replied, not looking in the least ruffled. “Is there anything else?”

“Is that not enough?” Lara teased him with a smile.

“Indeed, Domina, it is,” Ampyx returned. Then he bowed and left her.

Lara left the council chamber, and walked out into one of the castle’s many gardens. Like most of them it hung over the fjord below. Putting her hands flat on the top of the wall, she looked out over the green cliffs, and breathed deep. I am doing my best, Magnus, Lara said silently. Soon it will be a year since that terrible accident. Taj will be formally instated at Dominus on the anniversary of that first day. I miss you, Magnus, but if you were here I know you would be arguing with me about what is happening.

Lara smiled at that thought. She would have had to take time and energy explaining it all to him, and then he would have argued some more to make certain she understood that the decision was his alone to make. He had come a great distance in his thinking after she had married him, but hopefully their son would see things with a broader eye, understanding that Terah was no longer an isolated kingdom that could hide from evil. Having two companions who were not Terahn but New Outlanders was a good start. And sooner than later he would have to learn the true nature of Hetar. Jonah’s son, Egon, was just about Taj’s age. Perhaps when this was all over she would invite the boy to live in Terah for a year. Now that Taj was Dominus he could hardly leave Terah to spend time in Hetar. I am doing my best, Magnus, Lara repeated. A single tear slipped down her cheek. He had been a good husband.

Several days later Lady Persis appeared at the castle. She was, Lara noted, becoming frailer by the day, but her mind was still sharp. “Have you invited Zagiri to come to her brother’s coronation?” she wanted to know.

“I doubt her husband will allow her to come,” Lara answered, “but she has been included in the invitation I will personally carry to Hetar.”

Persis nodded, satisfied. “My grandson’s coronation robes?” she queried.

“No one has spoken to me about them,” Lara replied, and then she added, “Would you help me with them, Persis?”

Magnus Hauk’s mother smiled. “It will be my privilege, Domina. These garments, like the ceremony, are simple. He will wear a brocaded all-white silk robe. Nothing more. I have the robe his father wore those many years ago. It can be altered to fit Taj. Would you consider that suitable? Or would you prefer something new?”

“Nay! How wonderful that you kept Magnus’s coronation clothing. Taj will be so proud, Persis,” Lara exclaimed, and impulsively she hugged her mother-in-law.

The old lady’s eyes filled with tears, which she brushed away. “I will do the alterations myself,” she said. “My eyes are still good.”

“And Magnus will, in a sense, be with his son on that day,” Lara remarked. “Thank you, Persis. Thank you! Let me send for your grandson that you may tell him yourself.” And then in her head she heard Kaliq calling to her. She hurried from the chamber, and, seeing a serving woman, sent her to bring the Dominus to his grandmother. Then Lara went to her privy chamber to find the prince awaiting her.

“The situation grows worse in Hetar,” Kaliq said.

“My son’s coronation is in another ten days,” Lara replied. “But I will go tonight when all here are sleeping. It will be morning in Hetar. Tell me now what is happening.”

“There have been riots in the streets,” Kaliq began.

Lara gasped. It was not like Hetarians to riot. Once in the days of the Emperor Gaius Prospero the women of Hetar had gathered before his palace protesting for their individual rights, but it had not been violent.

“The Lord High Ruler was so astounded by what happened he could not make a decision what to do,” Kaliq continued. “A group of magnates hired several large groups of Mercenaries, who attacked the crowds. There were deaths.”

“Why would the people become so violent? Have they not been fed by the Hierarch?” Lara asked.

“It is rumored that the Hierarch is directing chosen minions among the people to help bring the government down. Under normal circumstances I might agree, but not at this time. Not while the Darkling controls Cam.”

“Is my daughter safe?” Lara asked.

“I have instructed Lothair to remove her immediately if this intrudes into the Golden District. He will take her to Shunnar for safety’s sake,” Kaliq said. “Lara, our time is growing short. You must go to Hetar.”

She nodded. “The Dominus and his council know I must leave, but I must be here when Taj is coronated. It would seem extremely odd if I were not here.”

“Aye,” Kaliq agreed. “We cannot allow anyone, particulary Ciarda, to wonder about your absence from this important day.”

“Let me tell Taj I am going. I don’t want to just disappear,” Lara said.

“I will wait for you,” Kaliq replied.

Lara hurried back to her own apartments, where she found her son sitting with his grandmother. She smiled at them both, saying, “Taj, remember that short journey I said I must make in conjunction with your coronation? I think I shall go today.”

“What is this?” Lady Persis wanted to know.

Lara laughed gaily. “Now, Persis, it is a surprise for Taj, and you know how bad you are at keeping secrets from your grandchildren. They can always manage to wheedle them from you. But Taj does need to know that I will be away for a few days.” She smiled at the pair seated together on the pillowed couch.

“Of course, Mother,” the boy said, smiling back at her with a look of complete understanding in his turquoise-blue eyes. “I cannot wait to learn what it is you have done. It will be wonderful, I have not a doubt.” He chuckled.

“Obey your tutors, and do try not to get into too much trouble with Gare and Sinon,” Lara responded indulgently. She turned to her mother-in-law. “You know how boys are, Persis. But since I must go, let me return you to your own hall now. I am so glad that you came, and I know Taj is, too. You did thank your grandmother, didn’t you, my son? It is a wonderful thing she is doing for you.”

Taj stood up, drawing his grandmother up with him. He kissed the old woman on both of her withered cheeks. “You are the best grandmother any boy could have,” he told her. “And I do thank you once again for your thoughtfulness.”

And before Lady Persis could offer to remain with her grandson, or ask more questions that could not be answered, Lara kissed her and, silently invoking the return spell, sent her mother-in-law back to her own home, which was several miles distant from the castle. Then she turned to Taj. “I must go. Kaliq has come, and brings word that the situation in Hetar grows worse by the minute. I will be back in time for your coronation.”

“Bring Zagiri with you, Mother,” Taj said. “I command it of you.”

“Do you, my lord Dominus?” Lara responded. Then she smiled at him. “If it is possible I will bring her,” she heard herself promise. She kissed her son’s cheek, and hurried from her apartments back through the castle halls to her little privy chamber.

“Are you ready?” Kaliq asked.

“But a moment,” Lara said, opening a drawer in a table and drawing out the official invitation to the Terahn coronation. “For the Lord High Ruler and his wife,” she told Kaliq. “Now I am ready.”

He enveloped them in his white cloak, murmuring as he did so, We will be invisible when I uncloak us. I thought it wiser until we see with our own eyes what is happening, my love. He opened his cape now.

Where are we? Lara asked him. Then, looking about more carefully, she said, This was once Gaius Prospero’s privy chamber.