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"Urbeth!" Isfrael said, truly shocked. "Urbeth?"
"Yes! Isn't it amazing? Well ..." Leagh told him of Urbeth's three sons. One had founded the Icarii
race.
"And fathered by a sparrow, Isfrael!" Leagh said, laughing. "Can you imagine the affront to the
proud Icarii?"
Another son had founded the Charonite race.
"And the third?"
"Urbeth sent the eldest son from her home, because he denied his own magic and his own potential.
This son was fathered by the man she loved the most. Isfrael, you will never guess who it
was!"
Isfrael wondered if this agonising process would proceed faster if he twisted his hands about
her throat and physically forced the words out.
But he smiled congenially, and forced a pleasant bewilderment across his face. "No, I cannot. Tell
me."
"Noah did!"
"Noah?"
So then Leagh told Isfrael about the Enemy, and their battle many millennia ago against the Demons.
Having trapped and dismembered Qeteb, they then sent his life parts across the universe in a
fleet of craft. When the four craft crashed on Tencendor, creating the four Sacred Lakes, only one of the
Enemy survived: Noah.
"And he met Urbeth, and fathered the eldest son. But this son denied his magic, and when he
founded the Acharite race, they not only suppressed their magic, they relentlessly hunted down all other
wielders of magic."
Isfrael kept his face bland, although internally he seethed with fury. The Acharites and their axes had
hounded and slaughtered his people for over a thousand years.
"And so all Acharites can use their power?"
And as he said that, Isfrael suddenly realised why this information was so vitally important.
Sanctuary was a construction of the Enemy, or of their remnant power within the land ... and the
magic of the Acharites was the magic of the Enemy. By the Sacred Groves ... was this what he'd
been seeking?
As he thought that, Leagh gave him the final element.
"No. Acharites cannot use their magic unless they can return through death."
"What do you mean?"
"We've all suppressed our power so assiduously that only death can free it. Faraday, myself,
Gwendylyr, Goldman, and even DareWing, who has ancient Acharite blood in him, can use the power
because we have been through death, and have been recreated."
Isfrael nodded, and said a few more polite words, but he was not ungrateful when Leagh sighed and
said she'd return to her apartment for a nap. "And to see Zared, who mopes about unbearably
in this place."
Leagh smiled apologetically. "He is a man who thrives on the doing, not on the waiting."
Isfrael nodded, and let the woman walk away.
Was this the information he could trade for his freedom to get to the Sacred Groves? Almost ...
almost ... but how could the Demons use it?
And then Isfrael remembered the soulless automat that the Demons had with them, and he laughed
triumphantly.
He had the key!
Now all he had to do was get out of Sanctuary.
Chapter 13

Hidden Conversations