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"Maybe so, but none of us are permitted to use that power if killing things is going to be involved. If
Aracia steps over that line, she'll probably vanish right then and there," Zelana suggested. "And if Aracia
vanishes, will we still be here? There's a linkage between the four of us, Dahlaine, and if one of us ceases
to exist, isn't it quite possible that we'll all just vanish?"

"You're starting to give me a headache, Zelana."

"At least it's still there to ache, mighty brother."
"I think we've had one stroke of good luck, Zelana. Your pirate chief has persuaded Commander
Narasan not to just pack up and go home. We're going to need forts in Long-Pass, and when someone
says 'forts,' he's usually talking about Trogites. Did you have anything to do with Sorgan's little scheme?"

"No, big brother. As closely as I can determine, Hook-Beak came up with that all by himself. Of course,
the likelihood that he'll be able to swindle a lot of gold out of Aracia probably played a large part in his
decision, but right up beside his greed is his friendship for Narasan. He'll keep Aracia so flustered that
she probably won't even remember that Narasan exists. He'll go on down to Aracia's absurdly overdone
temple and persuade our none too bright sister that he'll be more than happy to defend her—ifshe'll give
him enough gold."

"What's he going to defend her against?" Dahlaine asked. "The servants of the Vlagh will be coming
down Long-Pass, so they won't be anywhere near Aracia's temple."

Zelana smiled. "If I know Sorgan—and I do—he'll come up with ways to keep Aracia—and her
clergy—so terrified that they won't even think about sending anybody up Long-Pass to pester Narasan
while he's building forts."


It wasn't much later when the door to Dahlaine's map room opened slightly, and Eleria looked in. "Ah,
there you are, Beloved," she said to Zelana. "We should have guessed that you'd be in here conferring
with dear old Grey-Beard."

"Mind your manners, Eleria," Zelana chided her Dreamer.

"I'm sorry, Old Grey-Beard," Eleria said with one of her mischievous grins. "We've been looking for you
and the Beloved for hours now."

"We?" Dahlaine asked curiously.

"Big-Me and I. Mother wants us to talk with you."

"Mother?" Zelana asked, feeling suddenly baffled.

"We all have a mother, you know, Beloved. Big-Me can explain it much better than I can, I'm sure."
Then Eleria came on inside the large room, and immediately behind her was an extremely beautiful lady.

Dahlaine gasped. "What are you doing, Balacenia?" he demanded. "You're not supposed to be awake
yet."

"Grow up, Dahlaine," the lady replied. "Your little game almost tore the world apart. We've had a lot of