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jealous. You must make Hoon bring her here so we can destroy her,--whispered the voice in Zyne's
mind.

"I am lonely," Zyne wheedled, leaving the pool to pace. "I miss Anksha and Timon."
Hoon's head tilted and his eyes narrowed. "When the work here is done, I will send for them."

Zyne sighed heavily. Once Hoon would have embraced her, but he had held his distance since her rising.
She no longer shared his bed. Instead, nibari warmed it. Was he afraid? The voice in her head kept
telling her that she was more powerful than Hoon. "When do we start the work?"

"Tomorrow night in the Poor Quarter."

"Can I at least get some air?"

"So long as you do not leave the manor grounds, yes."

Zyne stretched her wings, flexing them. She craved flight as she had once craved the ocean's depths. She
left Hoon and soon found herself standing alone on the rooftop in the night shadowed silence, above the
peacefully sleeping city that could not imagine her existence. Standing there felt as right as darting among
the fishes with her spear had once been. A craving for solitude had laid hold of her and dragged her out.
Hoon did not trust her, did not want her to have any time alone for her own devices--she did not trust
him.

The chill breezes swirled her hair; but she did not feel the cold. The coolness rose from the nearby Idar
River and settled over Minnoras with wisps of silver fog. She studied the city from her perch: the palace
with its spires at the center; wooden houses pressed tightly together, sharing walls in the Poor Quarter;
the stone and brick mansions of the wealthy along the north end with their gardens; and then she spied
the abandoned wizard's tower, damaged over twenty years past in the Great War when Zol invaded
northward. That building would fit her needs nicely.

--I am the Mother of Power,--whispered the voice in her mind as if reciting a practiced cant. --I am the
ancient queen. I am the dark eternal Queen of Night. Destroy me a thousand times and I will
always return. Night always returns no matter how often it is banished by the day. I will rise from
my box. My box, which anciently my worshippers kept upon my altar in sacred places until I was
thrown down in petty jealous wars with Bellocar's other wives, the ones who perished at the hands
of Tala and Aroana in the early days of conflict. My worshippers hid my box and released me in
secret. But I had been damaged. And Willodarus hurt me further. Will you help me regain myself,
Zyne? Will you help me become a god again?--

Zyne wavered before the seductive voice. Her own people worshipped a banished god from before the
coming of the foreign gods, the young Gods of Light, who had answered Ishla the Tinkerer's call and
crossed the void with their legions.

Galee sensed this: Zyne could conceal nothing from her.--I have sought to build or seize a kingdom to
gain enough power to crack open the Gate of the Hellgod, to release my mate and his surviving
wives. One of these is the god of your people.--

Zyne sank to her knees, wrapping her wings around herself, shaking. Except for that slight movement,
she might have been a crouching gargoyle. "I am no longer seiryn. I am something else."