Authors: Bertrice Small
"Vaclar will marry a proper Terahn wife," Cadarn said.
"Do you not understand, Cadarn," Lara said to him. "Hetar and the Dark Lands will take Terah into their keeping. You, and all of your people will be enslaved. The darkness threatens Terah!"
Prince Vaclar stepped forward. He bowed to the uninvited guests. "There is yet no betrothal made on my behalf," he said to his father. "If what the Domina Lara says is true then it would behoove us to take her advice, my lord father."
"These creatures before us do not, cannot exist, Vaclar. Your imagination has been triggered by something in the air."
Lara's hand flashed out, and she slapped the Dominus Cadarn's face. The sound of the blow echoed throughout the hall.
His hand flew to his cheek, and then Cadarn shouted, "Arrest this woman! She has struck the Dominus a blow."
"If I do not exist, Cadarn, then I cannot have struck you," Lara said quietly. "Nor should you have felt the blow, nor should the imprint of my fingers be upon your face, but it seems to be." A small looking glass appeared in her hand. "See?" she said.
He peered into the mirror. Her mark was clear upon his cheek.
Prince Vaclar snickered just slightly.
The Dominus Cadarn sent him a dark look. "I am willing to acknowledge that you exist," he said to the trio before him. "But you are certainly an anomaly from a time past that now haunts this hall."
Prince Kaliq laughed aloud. "We have indeed visited this hall in times past, my lord Dominus, but we are no ghosts." He held out his hand. "Take it, and see that I am flesh and bone, even as you are. The Domina Lara seeks to help you, Cadarn of Terah. She has always acted in Terah's best interests. She returns now to do so."
"Is she pretty?" the Terahn prince asked. "This Hetarian maiden."
"I have not seen her," Lara answered truthfully.
"Who is she then that you would have me wed her?"
"Her grandfather is the most wealthy and influential man in Hetar," Lara explained. "Grugyn Ahasferus has three granddaughters. One will wed the Twilight Lord. Another will become the second wife of Hetar's Lord High Ruler. If Terah is not to be left out, you must wed the third. Hetar, Terah and the Dark Lands will then all be linked by a blood tie. It is vital to Terah's survival that this link be forged."
"I will do it then," Prince Vaclar said.
"You do not have my permission to make a marriage," the Dominus Cadarn said.
"And when you wed it will be to a good Terahn maiden."
"Were you not listening, my lord father? Would you permit Hetar to gain this advantage over us? When two are linked, the third is likely to be the object of their scorn," Prince Vaclar told his father. He turned to Lara. "The girl has a rich dower?"
Lara smiled. "She certainly will, but you will have to convince her grandfather that you are the man for her. Your great-uncle Amren will know more than I do."
"I can't have my heir living in Hetar," the Dominus Cadarn spoke up.
"He will return home from Hetar with his bride," Lara said.
"She must become Terahn in her ways," the Dominus continued.
"She will. Hetarian wives are most obedient, my lord," Lara murmured.
"How will you accomplish this marriage?" Cadarn asked.
"Your son will come with us," Ilona spoke up. "Your brother and your uncle will certainly have invitations to the Lord High Ruler's wedding. They will bring Terah's heir with them as his father's personal representative. Palben will be quite pleased by this. You are kin, after all, even if you have forgotten it."
"We are kin to Palben? How?" the Dominus inquired.
"His grandmother, Princess Zagiri of Terah, and your grandfather, the Dominus Taj, were brother and sister," Ilona explained. "How can you be so ignorant of your own history, Cadarn of Terah?" She sniffed dismissively.
About them the Terahn court watched and listened, fascinated. With their Dominus and his heir in conversation with these unusual beings, Cadarn would have a difficult time denying the existence of magic in the future. But those who knew him best understood that he probably would. Cadarn did not like being proven wrong.
"His garments are all wrong," Ilona said, staring at Vaclar. "He is not royal enough." She waved her hand over the Terahn prince, and he was suddenly garbed in dark blue velvet embroidered with gold. "What do you think?" she asked Kaliq and Lara.
There was an audible gasp from the Terahns.
"Too severe," Lara said, looking to Kaliq. "Don't you think so, my love? He is young, and passably fair. He must appear distinguished and wealthy without any sign of ostentation. What do you think of this?" She waved her hand at Vaclar, and the dark blue became a lightly bejeweled sky-blue velvet tunic that reach below his knees. The sleeves and hem of the garment were trimmed in pale fur. Beneath it he wore cream-colored stockings embroidered in gold. "He has Magnus's coloring, and I think these colors suit him better. The girl will fall in love with him on sight," Lara said with a smile.
"And her grandfather will immediately appreciate the quality of his garments, which indicate a man of taste and wealth," Kaliq noted.
"His hair needs a little bit of a wave to it," Ilona said. She ran her hand over Vaclar's dark gold head, and it grew wavy, one small curl escaping to fall over his forehead. It was very flattering. The Queen of the Forest Faeries looked the young man over from head to toe. "He needs silver buckles on his shoes," she said, and put them there. "And a short velvet cape." It appeared on his shoulders. "There! He is ready."
"Ready? Ready for what?" Cadarn asked nervously.
"The sun is rising over The City now," Lara said to him. "We are taking Vaclar to the wedding of his kinsman, the Lord High Ruler Palben II, my lord."
"Are you mad?" Cadarn now shouted. "Look outside the windows of this hall. It is night, not daybreak."
Ilona shook her head wearily. "How can he be so ignorant?" she asked her companions. "Magnus wasn't ignorant at all."
"Terah has fallen back into its old ways," Lara replied. "Do you think Vaclar needs a chain and pendant, Mother?"
Ilona looked at the Terahn prince with a critical eye. "Aye, I think you are right, darling."
Chain appear upon his chest so this prince will look his best.
"Oh, that's much better," Lara said as the heavy gold chain with its jeweled pendant appeared about the prince's neck, falling upon his doublet.
The Dominus was staring, bug-eyed.
Kaliq stepped next to him. "Hetar and Terah occupy the same world, my lord, but each is on a different side of that world. Consequently when it is day in Hetar it is night here in Terah. Our sun can but light one half of our world at a time."
Cadarn nodded slowly as he struggled to digest the Shadow Prince's words. "Then how will you reach The City in time for the festivities?" he ventured softly to Kaliq.
"We will use our magic," the Shadow Prince said quietly. "Do not fear, my lord. We will return your son to you safely in several days' time." Then, flourishing his cape to enclose Lara, Ilona and the young Terahn prince, he took them to the beautiful mansion in the Golden District of The City where Prince Amren had lived with his Hetarian wife for many years.
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, shrieked with surprise as the quartet appeared in the hall as they were seated breaking their fast.
Terah's former ambassador arose from his High Board and hurried to greet the unexpected guests. "Grandmother, welcome to my home," he said, taking her hands in his and kissing them.
"He has manners," Ilona said, looking Amren up and down. In his youth he would have been a handsome young man, she thought. Now she found him distinguished.
"This is your great-grandmother, Queen Ilona." Lara introduced her mother. "This is Taj's younger son, Mother."
Amren took up Ilona's hands to kiss. "I thought she was your sister, Grandmother," he said, giving Ilona a winning smile.
"And he has charm," Ilona cooed.
"This is Prince Kaliq of the Shadows," Lara continued, "and I'm sure you recognize your nephew, Vaclar."
"Indeed I do, and I see you have personally attended to his wardrobe," Amren said approvingly. He turned to his wife. "Finish your meal, my dear. My guests and I must speak privily. Come with me," he said to the others, leading them quickly to a book-lined chamber that overlooked a green and spacious garden. "Sit, sit," he invited them, "and tell me why you are here."
"Palben marries a granddaughter of Grugyn Ahasferus today. Tomorrow the Twilight Lord weds another of that family's maidens. One remains. You must help me to arrange a marriage between that last of Grugyn's granddaughters and the Dominus's son and heir. That way Hetar, Terah and the Dark Lands will be bound by a blood tie. No one will have an advantage over the other."
"I know that we are already related to Palben," Amren said slowly.
"But Palben does not know it, nor would he acknowledge it. His knowledge of his family ties is as scant as Cadarn's," Lara said. "We need to forge a new tie. The remaining of Grugyn's granddaughters must be furious at being overlooked. She is certainly complaining to her family. Offering the magnate the crown prince of Terah for this remaining granddaughter will appeal to him. It will also bring honor to his house. I am sure that Lord Kolgrim paid a high price for Nyura, and Palben was clever enough to ask for another of these girls for a second wife, binding him by blood with Lord Kolgrim. If Terah is left out in the cold, what is to prevent Hetar and its new ally from invading our lands and enslaving our people?"
"Indeed," Amren Hauk said thoughtfully.
"Do it quietly, Amren. Get Palben's permission to pursue a match today while he is in a good mood with this new marriage alliance. Tomorrow the Twilight Lord will marry Nyura and take her back to his castle immediately after the wedding feast. He will remain there until he is certain she is with child. And while he is distracted, Vaclar will marry his bride. Kolgrim means to bring the darkness to our world, Amren. But his own laws forbid his harming kin. Perhaps we can stop him by making this triple alliance."
"And if we cannot?" Amren asked quietly. "Unlike my late brother and my nephew, I know the history of our worlds, Grandmother. I know the battles you have fought, and won. But I sense something is different this time. What is it?" His turquoise-blue eyes had not faded, though he was over seventy now. They reminded her of Magnus's eyes, Lara thought.
Tell him,
Kaliq murmured in her ear.
Tell him everything.
He can't be entirely trusted,
Lara replied.
He will do what is best for his own interests, Kaliq.
Cronan says Hetar is doomed,
Kaliq reminded her.
But perhaps there is a small chance we may save it once again although to what purpose I do not know.
"There is much you do not know, Amren, and most of it I don't think you would believe," Lara said, smiling. "The sorcerer Usi had two concubines, Jorunn and Ulla. Both were with child when he sent them away, not so much to protect them, but to protect the offspring he had sired on them. Jorunn came to the Dark Lands, and from her loins came Usi's son, who has fathered this line of Twilight Lords. Ulla went to Hetar, where she bore a daughter who married into the House of Ahasferus. Since that time one female in each generation has possessed the magical powers that Usi bestowed on Ulla. In the current generation it is Nyura who holds those powers. Kolgrim wants her powers."
"And when he gains them," Amren said slowly, "he will become all-powerful. Aye, I see, Grandmother. But in the past the Twilight Lords' powers were good, but never great. His father, Kol, must have wed with magic to produce such a strong son. Do you know who Lord Kolgrim's mother is, Grandmother?"
"I am Kolgrim's mother," Lara told him.
"You!"
Amren's handsome face was shocked. "How..."
"I was kidnapped, and my memories stolen. I was told I was Kol's wife. The magic world had planned it carefully because I was meant to cause chaos in the Dark Lands. When my memory was restored I found myself with child, and my purpose in the greater scheme of things was explained. I used my own magic to split the child in two, so that I bore twin sons to Kol. Such a thing had never happened. I came back to my own world. Kol disappeared and has not been seen since. His chancellor hid the twins so no one would harm them. They grew up not knowing who they really were. Then one of Kol's daughters learned the secret, found them, told them who they were and set them against one another. She planned to rule the Dark Lands herself, but in the end Kolgrim overcame her and his brother, Kolbein. That was over a hundred years ago, Amren. Magnus Hauk had only just died, and your father, Taj, become Dominus of Terah."
"Did Magnus Hauk know what happened?" Amren asked her.
Lara nodded. "I could not keep secrets from him," she said. "But as for the rest of our worlds, their collective memory of what had happened was erased. We wanted peace, and Kolgrim was too new to his position to cause difficulty."
"But now he is not," Amren said. "Why not simply stop the wedding?"
"Palben would not agree," Lara told him.
Amren thought a moment and then said, "Nay, he would not. The advantages to Hetar, to himself, are too great in his eyes." He looked at her with admiring eyes. "I will keep your secrets, Grandmother. I am honored that you shared them with me."
Lara nodded her thanks then said, "You have served Terah with honor, Amren. I am proud of you, and know that Magnus Hauk would be proud, as would your father, my son, Taj. Do not forget your heritage, whatever happens. Terah has always walked in the light. May it continue to do so."
"And Hetar, too," he replied. "They are not bad people, Grandmother. Just heedless lovers of everything that they can wrap their hands about."