Queen of the Darkness

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  *Yess,* Lorn said very quietly. *You have done well. * Daemon looked up, looked around. When he looked back at Witch, she faded. Everything faded.

  15 / Terreille

  Saetan opened his eyes, tried to move, and found himself trapped by two warm bodies curled up around him. His sons.

  Oh, witch-child. I hope it was worth the price.

  He tried to move again, growled when he couldn't, and finally jabbed Lucivar with an elbow.

  Lucivar just growled back and cuddled closer.

  He shoved at Lucivar again because he couldn't, even in this small way, push Daemon aside. Not now.

  Lucivar's growl turned into a snarl, but he finally stirred. And that woke Daemon.

  "I'm delighted you find me such a comfortable pillow," Saetan said dryly, "but a man my age prefers not to sleep on a cold stone floor. "

  "Neither does a manmy age," Lucivar grumbled, getting to his feet. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his back.

  Daemon sat up with a groan.

  Watching him, Saetan saw the light fill Daemon's eyes, the joy, the eagerness. It broke his heart.

  He accepted Daemon's help in getting to his feet—and noted Lucivar's coolness toward his brother. That would change. Wouldhave to change. But Lucivar wouldn't be approachable until he'd seen Marian and Daemonar, so there was no point in sparking that Eyrien temper. Besides, he was too damn tired to take on Lucivar right now.

  As he walked to the doors, they fell into step on either side of him.

  Twilight. The whole day had passed.

  They walked across the open courtyard. Lucivar opened the gate.

  A gust of wind made something flutter, catching Saetan's attention. A scrap of cloth from a woman's gown. Hekatah's gown.

  He didn't mention it.

  "I don't have the strength right now," he said quietly. "Would you two. . . "

  Lucivar looked toward the south, Daemon toward the north. After a minute, their faces had the same grim, deliberately calm expression.

  "There are a few Blood," Daemon said slowly. "Not many. "

  "The same," Lucivar said.

  A few. Only a few. Sweet Darkness, let them get a different answer in Kaeleer. "Let's go home. "

  He felt the difference as soon as they walked through the Gate between the Realms. When they walked out of the Altar Room, Daemon and Lucivar both looked in the direction that would lead them to the First Circle—and the others.

  He turned in the opposite direction, not quite ready to deal with what was going to come. "Come with me. " Reluctantly, they obeyed.

  He led them to a low-walled terrace that overlooked Riada, the closest Blood village.

  Daemon looked down at the village. Lucivar looked in the direction of the Eyrien community.

  Daemon sighed with relief. "I don't know how many people had lived there yesterday, but there are still a lot of Blood there. "

  "Falonar!" Lucivar cried. He looked at them and grinned. "The whole community. They're all right. Badly shaken up, but all right. "

  "Thank the Darkness," Saetan whispered. The tears came, as much from pride as grief. Prothvar had said it was a different kind of battlefield but a good one to fight on. He'd been right. Itwas a worthy battlefield. Instead of seeing more friends join the demon-dead, they had gone knowing those friends would live. Char, Dujae, Morton, Titian, Cassandra, Prothvar, Mephis, Andulvar. He would miss them. Mother Night, how he would miss them. "And the Blood shall sing to the Blood. You sang the song well, my friends. You sang it well. "

  He would have to tell Lucivar and Daemon—and Surreal—about this, too. But not yet. Not now.

  He dreaded it, but he knew he couldn't hold either of them back much longer. "Come on, puppies. I'm sure the coven's going to have a few things to say about this. "

  It was worse than he'd expected.

  The coven and the boyos fell all over Lucivar, who had his arms wrapped around Marian and Daemonar. Daemon they greeted with cool reserve. Except Karla, who had said, "Kiss kiss," and thenhad kissed him. And Surreal, who had given Daemon a cool stare, and said, "You look like shit, Sadi. " He would have lashed out at her for that if Daemon hadn't commented dryly that her compliments were as effusive as ever—and if she hadn't grinned at the remark.

  And Tersa, who had held her son's face between her hands and looked into his eyes. "It will be all right, Daemon," she had said gently. "Trust one who sees. Itwill be all right. "

  Saetan wasn't sure Daemon noticed the coolness, wasn't sure he even noticed who had greeted him and who hadn't. His eyes kept scanning the room for someone who wasn't there—someone who wasn't going to be there.

  He was trying to think of a reasonable excuse to get Daemon away from the others when Geoffrey appeared at the door. "Your presence is requested at the Dark Throne. Draca would like to see you. "

  As they filed out of the room, Saetan stepped in beside Lucivar. "Stay close to your brother," he said quietly.

  "I think it would be better—"

  "Don't think, Prince, just follow orders. "

  Lucivar gave him a measuring look, then moved ahead to catch up with Daemon.

  Surreal tucked her arm through his. "Lucivar's pissed?"

  "That's one way of putting it," Saetan replied dryly.

  "If you think it will help, I could give him a good kick in the balls. Although I have a feeling that when Marian realizes what he's pissed about, she'll do a better job than either of us can. "

  Saetan let out a groaning chuckle. "Nowthat will be interesting. " Then he sobered. "Daemon played the same game with you. "

  "Yes, he did. But sometimes the best way to fool an enemy is to convince a friend. "

  "Your mother said almost the same thing to me once— after she punched me. "

  "Really?" Surreal smiled. "It must run in the family. "

  He decided it was better not to ask her to clarify that.

  Baffled, Daemon waited for whatever announcement Draca was going to make. Not that it mattered. He would have to slip away to Amdarh in the next few days, talk to that jeweler, Banard, about designing a wedding ring for Jaenelle. He'd gotten her some earrings there for Winsol and had liked what he'd seen of the man's work.

  Her birthday would be coming up soon. Would she mind having a wedding on her birthday? Well, maybehe would. He didn't really want to share the celebration of their wedding day with anything else. But they could have it soon after that. She would still be tired, still be recovering from this spell, but they could find a quiet place for the honeymoon. It didn't matter where.

  Where was she? Maybe she was already in her room, recovering. Maybe that's what Draca was going to tell them—that Jaenelle had prevented the war, that Kaeleer was safe. As soon as this announcement was over, he'd slip up to her room and snuggle in next to her. Well, he'd take a bath first. He wasn't exactly smelling his best at the moment.

  Wherewas she?

  Then he looked at Lorn and felt a flicker of uneasiness.

  No. They had saved her. The trianglehad saved her. She'd expended so much of herself, had risen so far out of herself she'd been plummeting back down, but they had stopped the fall. Theyhad stopped the fall.

  Lucivar came up beside him, close enough to brush shoulders with him. Saetan stepped up on his other side with Surreal close by.

  Draca picked something up from the Throne's seat, hesitated, then turned to face them.

  Daemon froze.

  She was holding Jaenelle's scepter. But the metal was all twisted, and the two Ebony Jewels were shattered. Not just drained. Shattered. So was the spiral horn.

  "The Queen of Ebon Asskavi iss gone," Draca said quietly. "The Dark Court no longer existss. "

  Someone began screaming. A scream full of panic, rage, denial, pain.

  It wasn't until Lucivar and Saetan grabbed him and held him back that he realized the person who was scr
eaming was himself.

  16 / Kaeleer

  "What was the point of it?" Gabrielle demanded angrily while the tears fell unheeded. "What was the point of offering the memories if they weren't going to do any good?"

  Surreal raked her fingers through her hair and decided smacking someone probably wasn't going to help much. Well, it would makeher feel better. Thank the Darkness she and Uncle Saetan had been able to heavily sedate Daemon. He couldn't have tolerated any of this right now.

  She would have liked to have found out more about this memory thing, but she was more intrigued by the fact that Tersa seemed too calm and undisturbed—and also a little angry. It would take someone mucking up something very important to make Tersa angry.

  "Yes, Tersa," Karla said testily, "whatwas the point?"

  "Blood is the memory's river. And the Blood shall sing to the Blood," Tersa replied.

  Gabrielle said something succinct and obscene.

  "Shut up, Gabrielle," Surreal snapped.

  Tersa was sitting on the long table in front of the couch, next to a pile of wooden building blocks. Surreal crouched down beside her. "What were the memories for?" she asked quietly.

  Tersa brushed her tangled hair away from her face. "To feed the web of dreams. It was no longer complete. It had lived, it had grown. "

  "But she's gone!" Morghann wailed.

  "The Queen is gone," Tersa said with some heat. "Is that all she was to you?"

  "No," Karla said. "She was Jaenelle. That was enough. "

  "Exactly," Tersa said. "It is still enough. "

  Surreal jolted, hardly daring to hope. She touched Tersa's hand, waited until she was sure she had the woman's attention. "The Queen is gone, but Jaenelle isn't?"

  Tersa hesitated. "It's too soon to know. But the triangle kept the dream from returning to the Darkness, and now the kindred are fighting to hold the dream to the flesh. "

  That brought protests from Gabrielle and Karla.

  "Wait a minute," Gabrielle said, glancing at Karla, who nodded. "If Jaenelle is hurt and needs a Healer, she should haveus. "