“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.”
“On the morrow, my lord, but would it not be more wicked to say nothing, and let her continue to wonder why we make no attack?” the chancellor queried.
Kolgrim laughed. “For a moment I became foolishly sentimental,” he said. “It shall not happen again, Alfrigg. Aye, let her wonder. Let Hetar and its allies scurry about like mice in fear of the cat, waiting, wondering, just when the cat will pounce.”
“Oh, very good, my lord! Very good.” Alfrigg cackled delightedly. The young man was his father all over again. Alfrigg felt suddenly renewed.
BARAM, THE SHADOW PRINCE WHO had finally been able to slip beneath Ciarda’s guard, had watched as Kolgrim had taken the Darkling in the violent mating ritual of a Twilight Lord. He heard Ciarda’s thoughts as Kolgrim rode her. Some instinct had bade him follow Kolgrim back to the castle rather than remaining with the Darkling. The girl was no longer a danger. He had heard them speaking, but he still did not understand everything that they said. Now he stood in the shadows of the Twilight Lord’s throne room listening as Kolgrim spoke with Alfrigg. Shocked by what he heard, Baram had been forced to remain where he was until the two men separated, the dwarf leaving the chamber, the new Twilight Lord seating himself himself back on his throne to think.
Baram drew his cloak tightly about him, thinking of Shunnar, and when he flung it back he was in the open colonnaded hallway of Prince Kaliq’s palace. He hurried off to find his brother. He found Kaliq with Marzina. He was teaching her the lesson of patience, and Marzina was having a difficult time of it. Baram thought the girl extraordinarily beautiful, but he could see she had a great deal to learn, for she was very impatient.
“Nay, Marzina,” Kaliq said to her. “You are too eager for the end result. A year in the Temple of the Daughters of the Great Creator will be of value to you. Go along now, child.”
Dismissed, the Terahn princess ran off.
Kaliq turned to Prince Baram. “You have news, my brother?”
“The Darkling’s powers have been almost drained away from her,” Baram began, “and Kolgrim rules as the new and undisputed Twilight Lord.”
“The other twin?”
“With his father,” Baram said.
“In our own arrogance we did not place a sealing spell around him,” Baram said quietly. He then went on to explain all he had seen and heard, for, along with the trio of siblings, he had also stood unseen in Kol’s dungeon cell as they had been reunited with their sire. “Kolgrim told his father that Lara favored him. I could see that Kol still loves her, for he immediately transferred the powers of the Twilight Lord to Kolgrim, naming him his successor, and then took back what he had given to Ciarda even as she protested against it. Using his new powers, Kolgrim transported himself and Ciarda back to the House of Women, where he mated with her, giving her a son to be born one day.”
Kaliq’s crystal globe appeared in his hand. He gazed into it as it darkened and then cleared to reveal Kol and Kolbein together within Kol’s cell.
Sensing his thoughts, Baram said, “It is not your fault, Kaliq. We are all to blame. Our victory over the darkness made us all careless. And one of the twins was bound to overcome the other one day. If we must have a Twilight Lord, better Kolgrim. Kolbein is a stupid savage, and Ciarda was able to use him. Now she has been relegated to a mere female status by Kolgrim. She will try to maneuver around him, of course, for she is intelligent, and that will keep him busy. He was foolish to seed her with his son, for now he cannot destroy her until the child is safely born one day.”
“Removing his brother without shedding his blood was cleverly done,” Kaliq observed. “He is like his father.”
Baram nodded in agreement. Then he said, “Kolgrim has chosen to desert the Hierarch, and Ciarda no longer has the power to help him, nor will she be permitted to leave the Dark Lands any longer. Our young Twilight Lord has decided to be patient and build an army. A real army, not the ramshackle kind of thing his father gathered together the last time. It will take years, of course, to find and recruit the leaders and the men needed. They will have to be trained, but eventually we will be forced to face them. We have an advantage in that we know they are coming. Their disadvantage is that they do not know we know.” Baram chuckled.
Kaliq smiled. “I will speak with Lara about the Hierarch. It will be her decision what is to be done with him.”
“It is a decision that will affect us all,” Baram said. Then he asked, “Am I to return to the Dark Lands, brother?”
“Nay, there is no need for you to remain there at this point,” Kaliq said. “Go now and again so we may be aware if anything of import is happening or about to happen.”
“I will,” Baram promised, and then he left his superior.
Kaliq sat quietly for several long minutes. He needed to clear away the roiling emotions that were threatening to overcome him. Baram had done well, and his kind words had soothed the Shadow Prince’s conscience, but it continued to fret him that he had allowed his love for Lara to make him so careless all those years ago. Yet perhaps it had been for the better that everything played out as it did. The imbalance in the Dark Lands had been reflected throughout the worlds. Now balance was once again restored.
“Kaliq, I was just preparing to retire,” Lara told him as she appeared before him.
He grinned wickedly at her. “Perhaps we can retire together when I have told you all the news I have for you,” he teased her.
Lara laughed. “But I never get any rest when I
