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you, Raven. But this is something I must do.тАЭ Donovan had been right, IтАЩd wanted this for a long time. I
had always been fascinated with the church and its mysteries. I had always longed for a deep communion
with God that only the church seemed to offer me. RavenтАЩs Goddess seemed too remote, too ineffectual,
too lost.

тАЬIf you leave Kirkenwood today, you may not return while I live.тАЭ Raven turned her back on me and
marched across the gallery above the hall. She disappeared into the shadows, little more than a shadow
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herself. The Episcopal Palais of Notre Dame de Paris, home and administrative center for His Grace, the
most Catholic Bishop of Paris, Eustachius du Bellay, 21 June, before dawn of the Summer Solstice,
1558.

Bloodstained waves crashed over me. I gasped for air, desperately swimming upward toward light and
life.

A sharp stab of mental pain in the back of my head partially roused me. I was aware of the hard bed
beneath my back and the bare walls around me. Details of time ad residence in my body rather than as a
part of the sea wind remained elusive.

I tasted another presence in the wind.

тАЬRaven?тАЭ

Her beloved face rose up before my mindтАЩs eye, more careworn and paler than I remembered. An astral
wind stirred her raven-black hair. White streaked it at both ted pies and crown now.

Five years since IтАЩd seen her or heard from her, and now she stalked my dreams with visions of blood
and disaster You waste time, Griffin Kirkwood, she spat.

тАЬGrandmother Raven.тАЭ I reached out a hand to her. I passed through her ethereal image.

You must put aside sentiment, Griffin. Time passes too swiftly. Queen Mary lies dying. She rejected me
as advisor as anything more than a meddlesome beldame. She did dared the heritage of the Pendragon
outdated, heretics and useless to her.

My grandmother paused a moment in her grief. I knew her disappointment as well as her current
urgency. Dread and astral winds stripped away mundane barriers. Queen Mary will linger several months
yet in her illness but she cannot recover. In the meantime, forces gather I rend England into scattered
baronies that want to & kingdoms.

тАЬAs in ArthurтАЩs day.тАЭ My history lessons came back j me as if she had slammed a heavy tome into my
forehead. Peace and unity in Britain had not come easily to fractious and independent barons who
resented the authority of the crown, the church, anyoneтАФincluding the Pendragon.

As in ArthurтАЩs day. In King JohnтАЩs day. Any day the monarch does not keep a firm grasp upon the
baronsтАЩ about to make war among themselves. She sighed heavily will regret. You must come home and