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she had gone, then laid an apologetic hand on one of Drago’s.
    “StarDrifter was right,” she said softly. “I should have thought before walking you so blatantly forth into this glade.”
    “I deserved much of that, Faraday,” he said, and sighed. “No-one knows better than me that I deserve both Caelum’s and my parents’ distrust.”
    “Don’t ever say—” Faraday began fiercely, when Azhure’s voice behind her stopped her.
    “Zenith?” she said.
    Azhure very pointedly did not look at Drago.
    Faraday felt for her. Torn between son and husband, watching the world that she’d fought for so hard die about her. Losing immortality. Losing enchantment.
    Wondering why Sicarius had attacked her husband, rather than Drago.
    “She went that way,” Faraday inclined her head, “with StarDrifter.”
    Azhure nodded, risked one glance at Drago, then walked off.
    Azhure found Zenith standing close with StarDrifter by a group of tethered horses. They were talking quietly, sharing information about their movements since they had parted on the Island of Mist and Memory.
    As Zenith looked up at her approach, Azhure asked bluntly, “Zenith—or Niah?”
    “Zenith,” her daughter replied softly. “ Zenith reborn, not Niah.”
    Azhure hesitated, then nodded. She stood indecisively, as if wondering whether to touch Zenith or not. “Will you tell me what happened?”
    “I know what your mother meant to you,” Zenith said, “and I know what sacrifice she made for you. We have all treasured and revered her memory. But…but the soul that tried to seize mine had changed. She was warped by her dreadful death. All pity had been seared from her. Mother, I was never Niah, and I could not agree to let her kill me so she could live again.”
    Azhure’s eyes were bright with tears, and she put a trembling hand to her mouth. “How?”
    Zenith glanced at StarDrifter, both of them remembering that dreadful night that Zenith had forced the Niah-soul into the girl-child she carried, and had expelled the child from her body, killing her.
    But how could Zenith tell Azhure that? Her mother loved Niah deeply, and treasured her memory, and it would only wound Azhure to be told the manner of Niah’s second death.
    “Something of the Niah who had so sacrificed herself for you remained, mother. When she realised the extent of my distress she acquiesced, and let me be. She said…she said that she had already lived her life, and was content that I should be allowed to live mine.”
    Azhure stared at her, then burst into tears. Zenith leaned forward and gathered Azhure to her, rocking her gently as if she were truly the mother, and not the daughter.
    For his part, StarDrifter just stared at Zenith, realising for the first time how deeply he felt for her. And how differently he felt for her.
    As Caelum inspected his horse’s gear, Askam stepped quietly up beside him.
    “Yes?” Caelum said.
    “Was it wise of Axis to leave Zared in full control of the army, StarSon?” Askam said, and dropped his voice still further. “Remember that he has crowned himself King of Achar. Do you so agree with his actions that you watch as your father virtually presents him with the entire territory of Tencendor? Gods, man! He’s even got control of the Strike Force!”
    Caelum thought carefully before he answered, but when he did his voice was very firm. “Axis made the right choice,” he said. “Zared can command more loyalty than you. Do you not remember what happened when you tried to command his army the morning after the battle?”
    Askam recoiled. “I have lost my sister to him, now must I also lose land and troops. Where is the justice in this, Caelum? Where? ”
    “The problems between you and Zared must wait until the TimeKeepers lie broken at our feet, Askam.”
    “And the fact that he apparently stands with Drago against you and your father? Does that not concern you?”
    Caelum paused, unable to answer immediately. “Zared, like so many