Ciarda squealed, surprised, as the pointed tip of the lesser rod began to penetrate her sharply. But the brief pain faded and she felt the slender rod push itself deep into her. When he had filled her she felt the power of it throbbing. Her eyes widened, and it was then Kolgrim drove his dominant rod into her sheath. As he did Ciarda felt little tiny sharp nodules rising up to tear at her tender interior. “What are they?” she cried out to him. “You are giving me pain, my lord and master!”

“The nodules only appear when a son is to be seeded, Ciarda,” he told her. Then he began to thrust the two rods in perfect unison. “They will heighten our pleasure.”

Oddly he was right, Ciarda realized. The pain of the little nodules drove her excitement to a height she had never before experienced. She screamed with her pleasure, and begged him to release her from her restraints. When he did with a silent command that opened the manacles so that they dropped away from her limbs, Ciarda wrapped her legs about his torso to take him even deeper. Her fingernails clawed his back in a frenzy of lust, drawing blood.

Now he began to thrust rhythmically with both of his rods. He drove harder and deeper into her until Ciarda was screaming with both pain and delight. Kolgrim roared with his own satisfaction as he felt her sheath tightening and releasing about his dominant rod. He felt his juices boiling up. When they exploded furiously into her he shouted with a sound of triumph as she shrieked with her release, and ferocious pleasures overwhelmed them both in a tidal wave of pure hot lust.

“By Krell, Darkling, I have seeded you well this night,” Kolgrim declared. “And when I decide it my seed will bloom within you, and you will bring forth my son.” Withdrawing both of his rods from her body, he told her, “You may sleep now, Ciarda. You have earned your rest. Tomorrow I will send for you to come to the castle, where you will confirm to Alfrigg what my father said to me.” He arose from the bed, and with a wave of his hand reclothed himself. Then he left her.

Ciarda lay, exhausted. She had thought Cam a lover without peer, but now she realized that no mortal could equal Kolgrim. And now that she held the key to the future of the Dark Lands within her body, the new Twilight Lord was in her power, although he knew it not. She was not an inferior female, and one day she would rule. Ciarda fell asleep with a smile upon her lips even as, crossing the bridge over the gorge, Kolgrim returned to the castle.

“Fetch the chancellor to me,” he told the first servant he saw. “Send him to my throne room.”

“Yes, master,” the servant said with a bow and hurried off.

Kolgrim entered the designated chamber. Walking across the ebony floors, each board separated by a narrow stripe of pure silver, he mounted the dais, and sat down upon the gray and silver marble throne. Smiling, he gazed about the room with its black marble walls veined in silver. His eye went to the black marble colonnade framing the mountains beyond. The sky above them was a reddish dun color. The silver censers that lined the room burned fragrant oils. The flames from them flickered and made shadows against the dark walls. Kolgrim leaned back, his eye catching a glimpse of the new silver-and-purple-striped silk canopy above his head. Then he sighed. It was a sound of deep contentment.

Alfrigg hurried into the throne room, and, seeing Kolgrim seated upon the throne, came slowly forward. “My lord?” he said, the question unspoken but still needing an answer from Kolgrim.

“The matter of my father’s inheritance has now been settled, Alfrigg,” Kolgrim said. “On the morrow the Darkling will confirm what I am about to tell you.” Then he told the chancellor how Kol had reached out from his prison cell. How Ciarda had answered her father’s call. How she had used the power of three to bring them to Kol and what had transpired during the visit.

“Do you know where this prison in which he is kept is located?” the chancellor asked, but he expected even if Kolgrim did he would not reveal it.

“I do not, Alfrigg, nor does Ciarda,” Kolgrim answered.

Alfrigg nodded.

“While I want Ciarda to speak with you,” Kolgrim said, “I can show you my father and my brother. As I have already said, I did not kill him. No royal blood has been shed by me, I swear it.”

“It was most clever of you, my lord, to solve the problem in the way you did,” Alfrigg said, and, unable to help himself, he chuckled.

Kolgrim smiled at the sound. “You will continue to serve me for the interim, Alfrigg. In a few years’ time we will seek your replacement together, but for now it pleases me to have you by my side. Come now, and I will show you.” The new Twilight Lord stepped from the dais and walked to the center of the chamber, where a silver tripod was set. It contained a black onyx bowl filled with crystal-clear water. Kolgrim waved a hand over the bowl. The water roiled, grew dark, and then, clearing, revealed the former Twilight Lord and Kolbein within the tiny stone cell. Kol sat silently, but Kolbein moved restlessly about, seeking a means of escape, but there was none.

Alfrigg peered into the scene within the bowl. He nodded. Then he asked Kolgrim, “If I may be so bold, why did your father choose you over Kolbein, my lord?”

“I told him I was our mother’s favorite,” Kolgrim said with a small smile.

Alfrigg chuckled again. “Indeed, my lord, I believe that you are,” he agreed. “She would, however, be quite distressed to realize that you know it. She was very angry when she learned she had been chosen to bear your father a child. But she has always been a good mother to her children, and loves them well. I know although she would not ever admit to it that it pained her to desert you and your brother. Despite everything that has happened there is a drop of darkness in her even as there is a flicker of light in you.”

“You have lived a long while, Alfrigg, haven’t you?” Kolgrim said.

“Indeed, my lord, I have. Now might I have your permission, my lord, to discuss what is to be done with the Darkling?” the old dwarf asked his master.

“I have already decided. I have mated with her, and given her my son. When I am ready she will bear him,” Kolgrim said.

“My lord!” Alfrigg was shocked.

“She is perfect, Chancellor. She is evil and dark and has no heart at all,” Kolgrim said with a wicked smile. “Is there a more perfect mate for me? We despise each other.”

“She is dangerous, my lord!” Alfrigg was very distressed.

“Her powers are weak now, and few,” Kolgrim said. “She cannot harm me, and the child will not grow until I decree it grow.”

“But after he is born?” Alfrigg fretted.

“Ciarda will not live much past the Completion Ceremony,” Kolgrim said softly.

“Of course, my lord,” the chancellor replied. “Of course. How foolish of me not to have realized that you have thought this out most carefully.”

“I still have much to learn from you,” Kolgrim said.

The old dwarf bowed to his master, accepting the compliment.

“Have you seen enough now?” the young Twilight Lord asked Alfrigg.

“I have, my lord. I am sorry for your father, and your brother, but I am relieved to know the Dark Lands are once again in good hands. May I send out a proclamation to that effect tomorrow?”

“You may,” Kolgrim said. “Now, Alfrigg, come and sit with me, for I need your good counsel.” He sat back upon his throne and indicated a small low stone chair next to it for his chancellor, who quickly sat. “Tell me of Ciarda’s plan to bring darkness to the worlds, and if it is practical to continue.”

“To bring the darkness we must have a strong army, my lord, and we do not. Our forces were destroyed back in the last battle for Hetar. Your father disappeared shortly afterward, and I had not the authority to rebuild the military. It was not a particularly disciplined army, for your father cobbled together giants, dwarves and Wolfyn to fight. The giants were amenable enough, but before any fighting broke out they were subverted by the Domina and her allies. The dwarves and the Wolfyn did not get on. Though a great battle was fought before the walls of The City, your father’s army was defeated, and driven from Hetar. In the years since my people have retreated deep into the mountains, and the Wolfyn have also kept to themselves. We have no army and cannot go to war with anyone. It will take several years to build up an army, my lord. And if it were my decision to make I should create a professional military,” Alfrigg concluded.

Kolgrim nodded slowly. “You have thought this over carefully,” he noted.

“I have, my lord,” the chancellor said.

“Then Ciarda’s plan was doomed to failure,” Kolgrim decided.

“It was, my lord.”

“And the Hierarch, Alfrigg? What of him?”

“Without her aid he is helpless. He will be found a fraud. Hetar will fall deeper into misery, and in a few years they will be a ripe prize for the picking,” Alfrigg said. “If there is one thing we have a plethora of, my lord, it is time.”

“Will my mother and her allies not help Hetar?” the Twilight Lord asked.

“Your mother is not a friend of the Lord High Ruler, especially after he stole her daughter and married her. But then she was never a friend to Jonah of Hetar. Once she is assured the danger is past she will return to Terah and guide her younger son to manhood so he may be considered a good Dominus.”

“How many other children has she had, Alfrigg?” Kolgrim asked.

“Two sons and three daughters, besides yourself and your brother, my lord,” the chancellor said.

“Did she raise them, and love them?” Kolgrim asked.

The old dwarf nodded.

Kolgrim said nothing more about his siblings. “You have my permission to tell her that the war is over for now, Alfrigg.”