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mind.”
    “Ha! A fine sight that would be. No, look, if you have a mind to…”
    And so she strained her eyes once more, peering into the distant horizon. A hint of green, did she discern? What could be green out her, in the vast dry plains of Ur?
    “Trees?”
    Roth smiled, or what she had come to recognise as a smile on its tooth-filled maw.
    “And thus water.”
    “Are you a sorcerer?”
    “No, it seems the fates have a bath in store for all of us.”
    Roth walked beside her the rest of the day, and they talked of inconsequential matters. She felt calmed by the rahken ’s presence. She missed it when it was away.
    Thoughts of bathing in cool waters were already soothing her mind. When they arrived, she would dive in and wash all her cares away, if only for a night.
    For tonight she would put troubles behind her.
     
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Chapter Four
     
    Eventually they came to the shores of a vast lake. It seemed incongruous, out here on the plains, but Tirielle could not deny her eyes. She leapt from the wagon in delight and ran to its muddy shores, throwing herself to her knees and taking handfuls of clear water to splash her face. The coolness after so long in the heat was wonderful.
    Quintal smiled at the sight. It was a pleasure to see Tirielle’s face free of worry after so long. He wished he had not had to burden her so.
    “We shall rest. We’ll stock our provis ions with fresh water and fish,” said Quintal to the assembled party. “And we are all long overdue a bath.”
    The mood was lightened instantly. The Sard removed their glimmering armour and strode into the water. Dow was setting in the distance, its glow lighting the surface of the lake with red fire. Trees were murmuring gently as a soft breeze rose. It was, thought Quintal with pleasure, about time they had some respite from their travels.
    They splashed in the water, and laughed with rare joy.
    Only Tirielle could not leave her cares behind. For a fleeting moment, the lake made Tirielle sad. Encased bodies of water always made her sad. In her history books she remembered reading the fable of the Moranders, who thought the lakes were prisons, and that the seas were s alty with all the tears shed for their imprisoned parts. The Moranders, a peninsular tribe, had dug huge canals and tried to coax the lakes back to the seas, but like a caged bird forgets how to fly free from an opened cage, the lakes refused to leave…
    Her joy at finding the lake was tainted by the thought. She tried to smile as they made camp and dried out, but, she thought wryly, troubles live in the mind. They are not so easily left behind. She smiled wider, and after a while, took another bath. Perhaps she could wash her cares away. They would drift into the water. The lake seemed large enough to bear it.
     
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Chapter Five
     
    Footfalls echoed in the bowels of Arram. The moss, infested by vestiges of magic overflowing from one of many portals lent the moss the strange power to glow, coruscating veins of blue crackling through its green tendrils. The velvet carpet deadened the footfalls to a murmur, and the bare feet slapping against the covered flagstones trod lightly.
    Ascending a wide stairway, the blue tinged growth gave way to drier hallways, lit at regular intervals by burning torches. There were no guards, no one to greet the returning mage.
    His robes caught the muted light and shimmered as he strode toward the centre of the Protectorate’s headquarters, heading with single minded ambition toward his rightful place, among the twenty one leaders of the Protectorate, the Speculate. He was late, but even for an ascendant, time could not be manipulated. Travelling to the portal from any location was possible for one with the power to bend reality, but within Arram such displays of power were generally forbidden. But for the leader of the twenty one divisions, Jek, who alone was more powerful than the visitor.
    His eyes caught the torchlight, seeming to reflect their red glow,