“He has imprisoned us here!” the Munin lord cried. “We are unable to harvest, to retrieve or to restore memories, which is our function in this world. Help us!”
“If I help you, then you must do what I ask in return,” Kaliq told the Munin lord.
“What do you want of us?” the Munin asked.
“The balance must be restored between the light and the dark,” Kaliq began. “You must return
“If we do as you ask, Kol will destroy us,” the Munin lord said desperately.
“If you do not do as I ask, I will leave you in the Penumbras and you will be forced to serve at Kol’s command for eternity. Do you really want the Twilight Lord using your gifts to his own advantage? You know what that would do to the balance. But if you do what I ask of you, I will give you another homeland and you will be free to roam at will as you should. You will have the protection of the Shadow Princes and Kol will not be able to harm any of your brothers ever again.”
“Returning all of her memories may destroy her, for in Kol’s charge the light within Lara has dimmed almost entirely. Her aura has grown purple. Even I am afraid of her,” the Munin lord said. “And if the shock of her restored memories should harm Kol’s heir, he may very well kill her.”
“She will survive and so will her offspring,” Kaliq said. “But that is not all I require of the Munin. My second request I will make at another time, however.”
“Where would you raise up our castle?” the Munin lord asked slowly.
“On the most remote shore of the Obscura. A tunnel would run from deep within your castle beneath the sea to your storage facility. No one in Hetar is even aware of the Obscura’s existence. This sea is wide and on its other side live the clan families of the New Outlands. They are not mariners but people of the land. We will render your castle invisible to all but magical eyes so you will be safe. Kol can see nothing in the blazing light of the desert,” Kaliq pointed out. “What say you?”
“You will protect us from his revenge, Shadow Prince?” the Munin lord asked.
“I will protect you. Even as I speak your castle stands awaiting you, the storage chambers beneath the sea cool and dim and ready for the memories you possess,” Kaliq said. “What is your answer, Munin lord?”
“I must speak with my brothers,” came the reply.
“You have five minutes,” Kaliq replied and he watched as the Munin lord disappeared from his sight in the mirror.
When the Munin returned he said, “First you must release us and then we will do your bidding.”
“I will move your brothers but you must remain,” Kaliq said.
The Munin lord nodded his agreement. “Very well,” he said.
“Then it is done,” Kaliq murmured. “I have filled your castle with images of the Munin so Kol will not know that you are gone. Now I will send you to Kol’s throne room. It is the sleeping hour there, so no one is awake. You will take the remainder of Lara’s memories from the alabaster jar by Kol’s throne and give them back to her. I will be by her side upon the dream plain while you do, so she is not frightened.”
“And when I have done your bidding?” the Munin lord asked.
“You will join your brothers,” Kaliq said.
“And the other request you would make of us?”
“In time, not yet,” Kaliq replied. “Now, prepare to enter the castle of the Twilight Lord.” Kaliq waved his hand and the Munin was transferred from his castle in the Penumbras into the great receiving chamber of the Twilight Lord. Kaliq watched as the mirror reflected exactly what was happening.
The chamber was quiet and dark but for two censers burning on either side of Kol’s throne. Silently, the Munin lord drifted to the tall alabaster jar. Carefully he removed the golden threads of Lara’s remaining memories and slipped them into his robes while drawing out a sheaf of empty memories which he placed into the jar. Kaliq watched and nodded. The Munin was clever. Now the creature drifted from the room and, making his invisible way down a series of corridors, finally entered Lara’s apartments. He moved past her sleeping attendants upon whom Kaliq had placed a deep sleeping spell so that there would be no chance of them awakening.
Entering Lara’s bedchamber the Munin lord floated over the faerie woman and reaching into his robes for her memories, allowed the slender golden strands to slide from his fingers and back into her head. When it had been done the Shadow Prince gestured quickly with his hand and the Munin was gone. Then Kaliq closed his own eyes and prepared to enter the dream plain to speak with Lara.
She stirred, then opening her green eyes, realized she stood upon the dream plain. About her, the warm mauve mist swirled. “Who is it?” Lara called. “Who seeks me?”
“It is I, my love,” Kaliq answered her and then he was at her side.
“What has happened to me?” Lara asked him.
He took her into his arms to comfort her. “Be still for a moment, my love, and it will all return to you. You are shortly to fulfill a portion of your destiny, Lara.”
“How can this be?” Lara suddenly cried, pulling away from him, her eyes dropping to her very distended belly. “Ohh! Ohh! How could you do this to me, Kaliq?” Her eyes were filled with tears. “Do you know what has happened to me? Do you realize who this child I carry is? And
The Shadow Prince held up a hand. “Stop!” he said to Lara.
She grew silent and looked despairingly at him.
“Hear me out, my love, and all will be well, I promise you. There must always be balance between the light and the dark, for the mortal races seem unable to choose good over evil. Those of us in the magical world must therefore keep the balance between the two when the darkness threatens to overwhelm the light, which it does with certain regularity. If only it would go the other way-but it never does so we toil to counterbalance discord with harmony.
“We have known for some time what was written within the Twilight Lord’s Book of Rule. That in the twelfth generation after Khalifa, the lord would sire a son on a faerie woman. That this child would be the strongest Twilight Lord ever, possessing great and terrible magic, magic that could allow the darkness to forever eradicate the light in this world. We could not allow this to happen, Lara.”
“But you allowed my memories to be stolen from me so I would be compliant!” Lara cried.
“You are faerie,” he replied. “You cannot give a child to one you do not love and it is necessary for you to bear Kol’s heir. You could not have loved him if you had retained your memories, Lara, and you know that is the truth.” She looked so distraught that he wanted to hold her again but he knew now was not the time.
“I do not love him!” she said angrily.
“Not as yourself, you do not,” he agreed, “but as Lara, the frightened amnesiac, you did. Kol needed you. And he needs your magic, for without it he is not strong enough to do what he must do, nor will his child exist.”
“What of Magnus and the children?” she asked as she forced herself to be calm.
“They know nothing of this, nor will they ever,” Kaliq said.
“And just how will you accomplish that or is that something else I need not know, my lord? And how will I return to my own life, to my husband, and not feel dirtied by this
“I can
And in spite of herself, in spite of her anger and her feelings of betrayal, Lara believed him. She didn’t want to, but she did. This was Kaliq, her one-time lover, her mentor, her beloved friend. She drew a deep breath. “Tell me what I must do.”
“Only you, Lara,” he told her, “can overcome the darkness in this matter. Remember what the Book of Rule has decreed from its inception. Each Twilight Lord will only produce one son. By doing so they have managed to keep their line of descent straight and without controversy. There has never been an argument over who any Twilight Lord’s heir would be. And it is against their own law and culture to raise a hand or allow another to raise a hand in violence against any offspring born to a Twilight Lord. You can hold back the darkness with your magic, Lara, and you must do it now before you awaken. When you awake it will take every bit of your skill to continue to play the woman Kol has come to love, for he loves you as that girl loves him.”
Lara nodded. She knew now what she needed to do and she placed both of her hands over her belly.
