The other lands

Fortunately, Cori

There was a touch of perfume in the air, a musky scent that she had smelled before but could not place now. Some noble, perhaps, come recently to pay his respects and offer gifts. Indeed, quite a few had done that. Cori

"Oh, my lovely boy," Mena said, lowering herself gently to the edge of his bed. He lay on his side, head resting on his two hands in a posture that looked almost deliberate, as if he had taken it just to model sleeping, childish i

Mena had never seen Hanish Mein in person. Strange that a man who had affected so much of her life-and still did-had never been in the same room as she. She had met his brother Maeander. She had turned herself in to him in Vumu, and used him to transport her back to the world all those years ago, just after she had hunted and killed the god Maeben. When she looked close at the parts of Aaden that were not Akaran, it was Maeander she saw in her head. So sharp featured and tall; handsome, yes, but in a high-chi

She did not doubt that the boy would wake just as Cori

"Don't remember it," she said. "None of it was your fault. The guilt all rests on others. Devlyn was a brave boy; think of him as dying to save you. That's what he wanted. That's why he will be remembered as a warrior. A hero. I'll make sure it's so. And you will, too, when you wake.

"Oh, Aaden, how beautiful Elya was when she rescued you. So fierce and full of love for you. You wanted to fly with her, didn't you? Well, you did. She loved you so much, she swept in and lifted you into the air and carried you away from all that evil. See, I told you that she thought you a special boy. There's the proof!"

And then she did something she had not pla

On her return to her quarters, she found Melio waiting for her. He stood on the balcony, leaning out to take in the view of the harbor. He had set a glass carafe of lemon liqueur on the stone balustrade, two glasses beside it, one of which was half full. "Any change?" he asked, his eyes soft on her as she approached.

"No. He sleeps on."

"Perhaps it's better that way. I've hardly managed to sleep since battling the Numrek. Too much to worry about."

Mena watched him pour for her and then took the glass he offered. "You've slept more than you're aware," she said wryly. "Either that or you've perfected your imitation of a drunken man snoring."

"Be nice," he said, looking affronted. He reached to muss her hair, but she cocked her head just sharply enough to indicate that she was not really in a playful mood. Melio took the hint. He set both elbows on the weathered stone and sca

"Hmm," Mena said. She looked at him as well, though she was still thinking about Aaden.

"Mena, Cori

"What orders?"

"She's sending the Elite to support General Andeson in Teh. I'll have to go meet with his officers shortly. They have the coastline blockaded, but it's the Teheen Hills they're really worried about. If the Numrek get there, they'll be hard to track. They could stay alive for months, us spending our resources chasing them while the Auldek start out on their march-if that's truly going to happen."

"Is it?" Mena hated the question, but she had to ask it. She had heard so much talk the last few days, so many rumors, but it was still hard to believe that a people so far away were somehow a threat to them.

"The queen seems to think so. That's what the league reports, and they were the ones who brought the news. Hard to refute them right now. They're adamant that it's happening, and that the Auldek have no interest in negotiating. That's what they were doing when everything went mad."

Melio finished the sentence hesitantly, reacting to the way Mena cut her eyes down from his face. He knew her well, and because of it, she knew that he understood her to have thought of Dariel. Dariel had been at that attempt at negotiation. Whatever went wrong happened to him, before his eyes, perhaps to his body.

Drumming his fingertips on the stone balustrade, Melio resumed. "Anyway, it's a sound plan. About Teh, I mean. The Numrek are here already. They are our enemy again. There's really nothing but for us to destroy them. The Elite should be a part of it. As their captain I-"

"She's punishing me for not taking better care of Aaden," Mena said.

"No, she's not. Don't say that. You know your sister," he began, but then waved that away and began again. "You know how she functions. She is wrapped up in details. Those come first. I doubt very much, Mena, that she thinks any ill of you. She's just not one to remember small things like feelings."

For the first time, she sipped the lemon liqueur. Sipped it once, and then tilted it back and poured the entire drink down her throat. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she spoke as if she had not heard Melio at all. "She thinks I allowed Aaden to be stabbed. And she's right. I did. I watched it happen."

"Stop, Mena!" He set his glass down and turned her to face him, with a hand at her shoulder that then slid up to cradle her head and neck. "I'm only going to say this one more time. Nobody blames you. Not even Cori