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even the most distant member, all would return to hear her warning. Only those out of touch or too ill to travel would not be in the Hall when she explained that the Empire of Tsuranuanni, and the entire world of Kelewan, now faced the gravest threat ever known.
    Miranda retired to her quarters. She slumped down onto the soft divan. She dared not lie down on the bed as she knew she would quickly fall asleep again. One night’s rest and a meal didn’t undo the damage the Dasati had wrought on her. She had to stay focused on the task at hand using fear, pain, and the need to act quickly as if they were food and drink, for she knew time was working against them.
    Whatever processes the Dasati had begun would only become more difficult to interrupt as time went by. A knock at the door announced the arrival of a grey-robed apprentice, one of the few young women who was now a student of magic. She carried a tray bearing a porcelain pitcher, a cup, and a platter of fruits and breads. “Great One, the Great One Alenca thought you might need refreshment.”
    “Thank you,” said Miranda, indicating that the girl should put the tray down. As soon as she left, Miranda realized she was starving. She fell to eating and quickly felt energy returning to her aching, damaged body. This was one of those times she wished she had been more disposed to study clerical magic, as her husband had. Pug had called upon those arts several times and Miranda knew he would soon have had her feeling as if she had slept a week, and had not endured days of humiliation and torture, with an incantation or a draught of some foul-tasting but effective elixir.
    Thinking of Pug made her pensive. She couldn’t imagine three people better able to withstand the journey into the Dasati realm—the second level of reality as Pug called it. Yet she worried. A complicated woman with complex feelings, Miranda loved her husband deeply. Not with the passionate abandon of youth—she had outgrown that when Pug was still a child—but rather with a deep appreciation of his unique qualities and why they made him perfectly suited for her as a life companion. Her sons had been an unexpected benefit of powerful life-magic, and had proven a blessing she had never anticipated. She might not be the best mother by some people’s judgment, but she enjoyed being one.
    Caleb had been a challenge, when it was discovered he possessed no overt talent for the magic arts, especially after Magnus proved to be such a prodigy. She loved both her sons—with that special feeling for a firstborn she had for Magnus, and that equally special feeling for the baby of the family, amplified by her awareness of how difficult Caleb’s childhood had been in a community of magic-users. The other children’s pranks had been especially cruel, and Magnus sticking up for his youngerbrother had been both a blessing and a curse. Still, both children had grown to be men of exceptional qualities, men she looked upon with pride and love.
    She sat silently for a moment, then stood up. Those three men—Pug, Magnus, and Caleb—were as much a reason as she needed to destroy the Dasati world if need be, for they were more important to her than any three beings in her long history. She found herself growing angry and knew that if he were here, Pug would be telling her to rein in her fiery temper because it only clouded her judgment.
    Miranda stretched, ignoring protesting muscles and aching joints. She would find time later to deal with her own physical discomfort. Right now she had an invasion to deal with.
    A knock at the door announced Alenca’s arrival. “They are here,” he said.
    Miranda nodded. “Thank you, old friend.” She walked with him to the Great Hall of the Assembly of Magicians.
    As she anticipated, nearly every seat was filled and the low murmur of voices fell away as Alenca took his position on the podium.
    “Brothers…and sisters,” he began, reminding himself there were now female