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I chose not to pursue that particular comment. ‘It just occurs to me that maybe you
and I might want to consider taking Queen Trenicia and the horse soldier Ekial with
us to the war in Veltan’s Domain,’ I said. ‘They’ll probably be fighting the servants
of the Vkgh before much longer, it wouldn’t hurt for them to see what they’ll be
coming up against.’

‘You might be right, Dahlaine,’ Aracia agreed. ‘As I recall, the Maags and
Trogites weren’t too happy when Zelana finally got around to telling them about
some of the peculiarities of the enemy. Maybe you and I should try honesty rather
than deception.’

‘What an unnatural thing to suggest, Aracia,’ I joked. ‘I’m shocked at you.
Shocked!’

‘Oh, quit!’ she said.

And then we both laughed.



My thunderbolt took me across the lower edge of the Wasteland, and I peered
down at the sand and rocks rather closely on the off-chance that I might see the
servants of the Vlagh moving toward our young brother’s Domain, but as far as I
could tell, the desert below was void of any kind of life.
 The twin volcanos at the head of the ravine above Lattash were still belching fire
as I rode my thunderbolt into Zelana’s Domain, and I was quite certain the eruption
would continue for years. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed that
perhaps I should have put some limitations on the capabilities of the Dreamers. They
were children, after all, and children sometimes get carried away and overly
enthusiastic. The only problem I saw with that notion was how. Despite their
immaturity, the Dreamers had virtually unlimited power over the forces of nature, and
I ruefully conceded that they could quite probably step over any barrier I might have
tried to put in their way. My original idea had seemed to be a perfect solution to a
serious problem, but perhaps I should have given it just a bit more thought.

I cast out a searching thought and sensed Zelana’s presence about halfway down
the north side of the bay, and I directed my thunderbolt to that spot.

Zelana was talking with Red-Beard and Longbow in what appeared to be a village
in the final stages of construction some distance down the bay from Lattash. The
rounded hills behind that new village had gentler slopes than the steep peaks
somewhat to the east of Lattash, there was a patch of woods just to the north of the
new village, and a meadow that stretched for miles beyond those woods.

‘Do you have to do that, Dahlaine?’ Zelana demanded peevishly when I suddenly
joined them. ‘Isn’t there some way you can muffle that awful noise?’

‘I don’t think so, Zelana. Lightning is the fastest way to travel, but you have to put
up with the noise. Ashad’s been dreaming, and it seems that our speculation came