Mother! She spoke silently to her parent. My secret cannot be kept any longer. Kol is following through on his threat, and eventually he and Magnus will meet. He will tell the Dominus of our time together, of the sons I bore him, and even if I deny it Magnus will always have some doubts. It is the nature of mortal man, and my husband may never trust me again. I must tell him of that lost time, for if I do not he will always believe me untruthful.

Do not tell him quite yet, Ilona said. Not until you are carrying his son. That way what will at first seem to him a betrayal will be softened.

We are about to be forced into a terrible war. Is this really the time to give Magnus his son? Lara asked her mother.

Under the circumstances, it is the best time, Ilona told her daughter. And Kaliq and I will explain to Magnus why this part of your destiny was necessary, not so much for you, but for our worlds. He may not be happy with what has happened, but it will seem a less treacherous act.

Last night we had a most passionate encounter, and I thought it was a perfect moment to conceive a son were it not for this threat of war, Lara admitted to her mother.

Ilona looked closely at her daughter, and then she smiled. It was a perfect moment, she said with a small emphatic smile. If we love, sometimes the moment is chosen for us.

Do you mean…Oh, Mother, thank you!

“Are you all right, my darling?” the Dominus asked his wife.

Lara nodded in the affirmative. “I just grew dizzy for a moment,” she said.

Immediately Magnus Hauk became alert. “Do you think…Is it possible?” He didn’t dare to finish the sentence. But his face was hopeful.

Lara blushed. “Perhaps,” she said. “My mother seems to think so.”

“It would certainly account for your overreaction to the sinking of Hetar’s fleet,” Ilona remarked. “I mean, really Lara, these people were out to violate Terah’s sovereignty and attack your people. Surely you remember what happened the last time Hetar annexed territory that was not their own. The Tormod and the Piaras clan families suffered greatly.”

“It is a son?” he asked.

“It will be a son,” Lara promised her husband. “Mother, we need Kaliq now.”

“Now?” Ilona questioned her daughter sharply.

“Now,” Lara replied.

Kaliq! Come to us! the queen called and when the prince appeared, his white robes swirling about him, Ilona silently explained the discussion that had taken place earlier between her and Lara.

And she would tell him now of Kol? the prince said.

She has no choice, Ilona responded. Terah will need to help Hetar and to do that both Lara and Magnus must stand together. My daughter cannot do that if she is living in fear of Kol revealing his relationship with her. He hopes by doing so to separate Lara from Magnus. To give her no choice but to return to him.

Even if Lara lost Magnus, the prince said, she would never return to Kol.

I know that and you know that, Ilona answered, but Kol, for all his evil, is in love.

Lara greeted the prince with a kiss upon the cheek, then she invited them all to sit down. “My lord,” she addressed her husband, “there is something that you must know. I have not wanted to tell you this, for I fear your love for me will die once you have learned it. But I have never intentionally lied to you, Magnus. And I cannot now, no matter the consequences.” She reached out and took his big hand between her two small ones. “You know of the Dark Lands beyond the New Outlands. That placed is ruled by pure evil in the person of a creature known as the Twilight Lord.”

Magnus Hauk remained silent, listening carefully, absorbing her words.

“I was lost to you for a year, Magnus, although your memory of that time has been taken from you to protect me, to protect you, to protect us all. Taken from everyone in both Hetar and Terah. Taken even from myself, for a time. When I was returned to the New Outlands from whence I was stolen, it appeared to you, to everyone, that you had come to bring me and the children home as you always did. But the year before that the Munin lords came in the night and stole my memories from me and then when I awakened I was in the bed of Kol, the Twilight Lord.”

“How can this be?” Magnus Hauk wanted to know.

“In time I will do my best to explain it,” Lara said. “For now just let me tell the tale. Without my memories I knew not who I was. Kol told me I was his mate and wove a pretty story about how that had come about. The Twilight Lords are guided by something known as the Book of Rule. Kol was told by the Book of Rule that his mate-she who would give him a son-was a faerie woman. Twilight Lords only sire a single son a generation. He had looked into the reflecting bowl and seen me many times. He interpreted that to mean that I was the faerie woman meant to be his mate.”

“Did you give him his son?” the Dominus asked her in a tight voice.

“It was part of my destiny to do so,” Lara said, aching at the hurt and anger she saw in his turquoise eyes. “But before my time came, Kaliq came, and had the Munin restore all of my memories. I was horrified by where I was. More horrified at my growing belly. And most horrified by the fact that this bit of my destiny would hurt you should you ever learn. I never wanted you to know.”

Magnus Hauk looked at the prince and at his mother-in-law. “Tell me what purpose was served by whoring my wife to another?” he asked them coldly.

Ilona looked infuriated by his words, but wisely held her tongue.

Kaliq, however, spoke calmly to the Dominus. “At intervals of several hundred years,” he began, “the balance between the light and the dark begins to shift to the darkness. And when that happens something must be done to restore that balance. The last time this happened, Terah was almost rent asunder by the sorcerer Usi. Only the bravery of Geltruda saved your land and your people. And it was five hundred years before Lara came to you and removed the curse of Usi completely. This Twilight Lord is Usi’s direct descendant, Magnus. The Book of Rule was written by Usi. He could look into the future, which he did, and see what was necessary.”

“But why my wife? Are there not others like Lara who might have served this purpose?” the Dominus asked.

“There are indeed others, but none as pure of heart and as strong of will as Lara. None who could do what needed to be done,” Kaliq said.

“What needed to be done that only Lara might do?” Magnus demanded.

“When I came and restored her memories,” Kaliq responded, “and explained to her that only a single son was born each generation to the Twilight Lord and why, Lara cast a spell that separated the infant in her womb and created of it twin boys. When they were born, their births created chaos in the Dark Lands, which we hoped would prevent Kol’s plans to dominate our worlds. You see, no one at the birth could recall which of the twins was born first. They were identical, of course. Their father has now marked them so he may tell them apart, but with each birthday they celebrate those marks shall be faded entirely in order to keep the confusion. No prince of the Twilight may be harmed in any way by their own, and so Kol is forced to raise both of his sons.”

“But why was it necessary that Lara bear these children? And how could she conceive if she did not love him?” Magnus wanted to know. He was trying to understand for although he could barely look at his wife now a quick glance revealed her pain.

“That was one of the many reasons her memories were stolen from her. She did not know she was faerie or remember faerie ways,” Ilona quickly put in. “She became like any mortal female and Kol was fated to impregnate her.”

“And remember, Magnus,” Kaliq said, “that the Book of Rule directed this.” Fool! Kaliq thought. You do not deserve her, but she loves you, and so I will do whatever I have to do to make this right between you.

The Dominus turned to his wife, his face a mask of anguish. “Why do you tell me this now, Lara?” he asked her. “You have kept your secret since your return. Why now?”

She reached out to touch him, but he drew away and it was like a knife to her heart. Curse Kol of the Twilight! If only he had accepted that she was not his, nor would she ever return. But instead he was behaving like a spoiled child; if he could not have Lara then no other man would. “Kaliq felt the memories of my time in the Dark Lands would be too painful for me to bear. He arranged to have those memories taken by the Munin lords and stored away in their vault beneath the Obscura. But Kol’s memories were intact and he began to invade my dreams, attempting to reach me upon the Dream Plain. I did not know who was haunting me, or why, but I realized something was wrong. That is why I went to Kaliq. He explained he had taken certain memories from me that would pain me and make our life together difficult. But I insisted those memories be returned, for I could not fight whoever was trying to get to me upon the Dream Plain without full knowledge of what had happened to me in the first place.

“The knowing has been painful to me because I knew how hurtful it would be to you, Magnus. Know that the creature I am did not betray you. I love you and I always will love you, my dear lord. I never knew that this terrible trial that was visited upon me would be a part of my destiny. I could not have imagined such a thing. Kaliq has said that the worst of it is now over. I should have never shared this with you but that the Twilight Lord has refused to accept that I do not love him, nor want him, nor will I return to the Dark Lands by his side. He has begun a war with Hetar who would have begun a war with us. And now we must go to Hetar’s aid, Magnus.”