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Conrig gave a short mirthless laugh. тАЬNo, not Maude! SheтАЩd take her boy hiking on the tundra and sailing in her yacht on the arctic
waters. SheтАЩd teach him to ski and to hunt elk and ice bears and sea unicorns. And if she does these things, there are bound to be local
people who know about it. In my opinion, she might be sought and found by a clever and talented spyтАФsuch as my Royal Intelligencer,
Snudge. What do you think, Gossy?тАЭ

Stergos hesitated. тАЬIf Maude is hiding in Tarn, she would surely be protected by the magic of more than one of the local shamans. Ansel
would hardly spend all of his time shielding her. He has other responsibilities. Deveron Austrey would have a special advantage over the
lesser northern adepts, since his talent is imperceptible to all but the most powerful. Furthermore, heтАЩs impossible to windwatch, so they
would be able to observe him only with ordinary eyesight. But what will you do if Deveron does discover that your former wife is alive,
and has a son?тАЭ

тАЬThatтАж can be decided later. But I believe thereтАЩs only one solution to the problem.тАЭ

тАЬFor the love of God, Con, tell me you would notтАФтАЭ

The king cut off his brotherтАЩs horrified protest. тАЬSay no more! This rumor may prove to be entirely false. We will not discuss the fate of
the Princess Dowager now.тАЭ

тАЬAs you please, sire.тАЭ

Conrig said, тАЬI gave Snudge permission to leave Gala Blenholme and visit his new estate following his initiation ceremony. He said heтАЩd
ride out at once. You must bespeak him, ordering his return.тАЭ

тАЬVery well. IтАЩll take care of it as soon as we finish here.тАЭ Stergos threw off his vestment hood. тАЬWe should delay no longer bespeaking
the Conjure-Queen.тАЭ

тАЬDo it then,тАЭ Conrig said.

The Royal Alchymist let his head sink into his hands and called out silently on the wind. After a few minutes had passed, he opened his
eyes and said, тАЬShe will make an attempt to Send immediately.тАЭ

They waited, straining their ears, fearing the sound of approaching steps from the room where Risalla lay, but hearing only the distant
sounds of music and revelry outside in the gardens. At length Conrig leapt to his feet.

тАЬI canтАЩt stand it any longer. IтАЩm going in thereтАФтАЭ

тАЬThat wonтАЩt be necessary.тАЭ

The sweet woodsy scent of vetiver wafted into the room. A silhouette was standing in front of the tall, undraped window, completely
enveloped in a deep green cloak. UllanothтАЩs Sending had flashed into existence with no warning. A hand, pale as milk and wearing a ring
of carved moonstone on one long, graceful finger, emerged from the folds of cloth and extended itself towards Conrig.

He hastened to take the hand, brushing the back of it with his lips. He carefully avoided any contact with the ring, which was a powerful
sigil named Weathermaker. тАЬGracious Queen, welcome.тАЭ

Ullanoth of Moss unfastened her cloak and handed it to the High King as though he were a simple lackey. Except for the purplish
shadows about her eyes, her face was as lovely as ever, framed by shimmering long hair that mimicked the pearly interior of certain
seashells. Her gown was the same unadorned green samite as her cape, and her belt was gold, with a hanging purse. Around her neck
hung a golden chain with a curiously carved small translucent pendant that glowed in the dim room like wan foxfireтАФthe Great Stone