The other lands

Before she could, Hanish dipped his head forward. He threw his body after it, jumping into a somersault. Before he had turned one circle, his body became one large, orange leaf. It danced on a sudden breeze. Aliver did the same, and the two men, who were now leaves, twirled and dipped and rose on currents in the air. Watching them, Cori

Though there was joy in the final moments, she awoke with the memory of the dream-and of the actual day that began it-imbedded in her abdomen as a physical pain, a knot that remained within her even after she joined the flow of the living day. She swore to herself that if she ever, ever, got the chance to pull Aaden close and kiss and caress him in illness like that she would do it with all her heart, holding nothing back. But this was not something she could see to today. She set it aside and continued with the course she had decided on.

First, she surprised a guard by arriving outside the cell that housed the prisoner Barad the Lesser. The soldier stood nearly asleep on his feet and did not seem to register Cori

The man shot fully awake at the sound of her voice. Suddenly terrified, he turned and fumbled a long time with the keys to the door, apologizing the entire time, dropping them twice and cursing himself and then apologizing more. His terror of her seemed out of all proportion to the circumstances, but on entering the cell Cori

Barad sat on a cot against the far wall, the bed tiny beneath him, like a child's. She wondered if he ever lay on it, for surely his legs and arms would have hung down to the stone floor. Thi

Yes, she thought, there is reason to fear me. She turned and gestured for the guard to leave them alone. He did so gladly.

"You don't smell like a Marah," the prisoner said, after a few moments of silence. His voice carried the same grave timbre she remembered from before. It held a weight and substance at odds with the lanky, emaciated form that produced it.

"Do they feed you?" Cori

The man squinted. She knew he could not see her, but a lifetime of habits still ruled his ma

"You must regain it, then," Cori

Barad tilted his head back in a motion that became an openmouthed yawn, audible in the enclosed room. When he was finished with it, he rubbed his nose with his manacled hand. The chains clinked dully. "Kind of you."

"No, not really. I don't have much use for kindness anymore. Not for its own sake, at least." Cori

Barad crooked one eyebrow, another gesture made like a sighted man. "I heard something about that," he said. "I am sorry. I

"Traitors tried to kill him, Barad. Traitors who would kill you as well and enslave or butcher all the people you so love. Those traitors showed themselves by trying to kill my son and me. You see? This is something you haven't acknowledged. The Akarans represent the people you love to the world. When first an enemy aims to harm them, they aim at an Akaran heart. Think of my father."

The prisoner considered her words for a respectful length of time, and then said, "That's not quite how I see it."

"Yes," Cori

"And you've made sure I never will again." He said this sadly, inhaling as he did so. "I did like looking upon the world. I truly did. You don't know how it is not to see but to move your eyes and hear stone grinding inside your head."

"Before Aliver's war against Hanish, you claimed to have dreamed he would return. Back when nobody knew if he even lived, you boasted that he spoke to you in your dreams. Is that true, or was it a self-serving lie?"

"I was not boasting," Barad said, "and it was the truth as I understood it."

"How do you explain it, then?"

"I don't."

"Do you hear his voice now?"

Under a ridged, skeptical forehead, he said, "Aliver is dead, Your Majesty. I've never spoken with the dead."

No, but perhaps you will, she thought. Perhaps very soon. "Tell me, was my brother wise?"

"He was."

"And were you committed to him completely?"

"Of course. We all were. In the brief span that was Aliver's war, nobody-not one single person-betrayed him."

The thought of that almost took Cori

"Your Majesty, I think I understand you better now. What's wrong with you is that you feel you are alone. Isn't that it? You are alone, and it frightens you. But you don't have to-"

"I am not alone! Millions-millions-" She said the number, but was not sure how to complete the thought she began it with. Nor did it matter. A blind fool! "You will use all your gifts of oratory in my service."

"No," Barad said. "I will not."

"You will. You will bring to the people word that in my presence and through long conversation with me you have learned that you were wrong. You maligned me mistakenly. The truth-"

"Is not yours to create."

"-is that I am the last and only hope for the Known World."

"No."

"You know nothing! I have looked across the world and seen the coming enemy in my own mind. In my head!" She gestured savagely at her temple, as if she would jab her finger through it. "I've seen them, and they bring beasts and hunger and vengeance-"

"They will pay you back for the Akaran sins."

Cori

"That ca

Cori

She had not thought to say that earlier, but now that she did, she knew it was true. It really was true. For a moment, the emotion of it choked her. And then she wanted to say more.

"Mena, the goddess of rage who is also so kind, with her sword and wings… how can I not love her and want her free to be who she is? And Dariel. I don't know what's become of him, but I love him, and I wouldn't want him to be anything other than what he is either. Even Aliver, if he were still among us, I'd welcome with all his ideals and plans. I might have to fight with him, but they are my family. My blood."