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had heard tales of the priests of the Brotherhood of the Domination; tales that
had made the hair on his arms stir.
“Aye, them,” Syn-Jern hissed. He narrowed his gaze. “The High Priest who had me condemned to the
Labyrinth is one of them.” He looked down at Weir. “The bastard's name is Demonicus."
Weir flinched. “He was Chief Taxman when my father's estate was sold."
“The one and the same."
“He's on my list,” Weir stated, speaking of the list he had made of men he meant to see ruined for being
a part of his father's murder.
“He should be at the very top!"
“If your mother feared the Tribunal, why did she marry your father? Wasn't your grandfather sitting on
the Judiciary Panel when they married?"
Syn-Jern nodded. “Lexus Sorn, aye. I never knew him, never even saw him, but I was told he was one
of the men behind all the important decisions at the palace."
“He wielded that much power?” Weir asked, astonished that Syn-Jern had been so highly connected to
the royal family.
“He was the power when Nyles Hesar, Innis's father, was Prince. They say Prince Nyles and my
grandfather were lovers. Nyles, I was told, worshipped the ground Lexus Sorn walked; he gave him
carte blanche to do whatever he wished in Virago."
“Until Innis came to power.” Weir grinned nastily. “I've heard his rod is bent the same as his father's."
Syn-Jern laughed and it was an ugly sound. “Aye, I've heard the same."
“What happened then? Didn't I hear somewhere that Lexus Sorn vanished after Prince Nyles’ death?"
He looked down at Weir. “No one knows where he went. Both men had taken wives to squelch the
gossip about their real relationship else Lexus would never have consented to touch a female; he had
been ordained at the Abbey of the Domination. My father was an ‘accident’ just like me: a moment's
drunken stupor that led to calamity."
“Lexus was part of the Domination?” Weir asked, stunned.
Syn-Jern nodded. “Oh, aye. I was told he was one of the higher ranking members of that evil bunch and
had been since his eighteenth birthday."
Weir shivered, drew his legs into the circle of his arms. No wonder Syn-Jern had so shocked everyone
that morning: he was related to the magical powers of the Domination.
“I won't let it happen again, Weir,” Syn-Jern told his companion as though he'd read his mind. “I've
spent most of my life trying to keep that very same thing from happening."
“But why? Can't you control it?"
He shook his head. “No.” His hands curled into fists at his side. “If Patrick hadn't pushed so damned
hard this morning, it wouldn't have happened then."
Weir looked out across the bay, his thoughts on what had happened earlier in the day.
What had started out as a teasing game of one-upsmanship had escalated into a full-scale battle between
the two men who had become very close over the months on board the Wind Lass. Patrick hadn't been
hurt in the fracas, but he had been severely trounced in a way no one could have suspected or
anticipated. After it was all over, no one who knew Syn-Jern Sorn would ever look at the man again in
the same way.
“I could have killed him, Weir,” Syn-Jern admitted, his fists clenching and unclenching. “I've done it
before."
Weir stood, concerned for the man standing beside him. “But you didn't."
“I wanted to!” Syn-Jern spat. He turned to Weir. “I wanted him hurt! I wanted him beaten! If I'd turned
the full power of that vengeance on him, you'd be burying him right about now!"
“I don't understand how you could have kept such an ability quiet. Didn't anyone ever suspect you were
capable of doing what you did this morning?” Weir, himself, had been shocked, shaken to the core at the
morning's events, but he had wondered all day why Syn-Jern had never used his power to save himself
over the years.
“Listen to me, Weir,” Syn-Jern snarled, taking Saur's arm and shaking him, “You don't know what
had made the hair on his arms stir.
“Aye, them,” Syn-Jern hissed. He narrowed his gaze. “The High Priest who had me condemned to the
Labyrinth is one of them.” He looked down at Weir. “The bastard's name is Demonicus."
Weir flinched. “He was Chief Taxman when my father's estate was sold."
“The one and the same."
“He's on my list,” Weir stated, speaking of the list he had made of men he meant to see ruined for being
a part of his father's murder.
“He should be at the very top!"
“If your mother feared the Tribunal, why did she marry your father? Wasn't your grandfather sitting on
the Judiciary Panel when they married?"
Syn-Jern nodded. “Lexus Sorn, aye. I never knew him, never even saw him, but I was told he was one
of the men behind all the important decisions at the palace."
“He wielded that much power?” Weir asked, astonished that Syn-Jern had been so highly connected to
the royal family.
“He was the power when Nyles Hesar, Innis's father, was Prince. They say Prince Nyles and my
grandfather were lovers. Nyles, I was told, worshipped the ground Lexus Sorn walked; he gave him
carte blanche to do whatever he wished in Virago."
“Until Innis came to power.” Weir grinned nastily. “I've heard his rod is bent the same as his father's."
Syn-Jern laughed and it was an ugly sound. “Aye, I've heard the same."
“What happened then? Didn't I hear somewhere that Lexus Sorn vanished after Prince Nyles’ death?"
He looked down at Weir. “No one knows where he went. Both men had taken wives to squelch the
gossip about their real relationship else Lexus would never have consented to touch a female; he had
been ordained at the Abbey of the Domination. My father was an ‘accident’ just like me: a moment's
drunken stupor that led to calamity."
“Lexus was part of the Domination?” Weir asked, stunned.
Syn-Jern nodded. “Oh, aye. I was told he was one of the higher ranking members of that evil bunch and
had been since his eighteenth birthday."
Weir shivered, drew his legs into the circle of his arms. No wonder Syn-Jern had so shocked everyone
that morning: he was related to the magical powers of the Domination.
“I won't let it happen again, Weir,” Syn-Jern told his companion as though he'd read his mind. “I've
spent most of my life trying to keep that very same thing from happening."
“But why? Can't you control it?"
He shook his head. “No.” His hands curled into fists at his side. “If Patrick hadn't pushed so damned
hard this morning, it wouldn't have happened then."
Weir looked out across the bay, his thoughts on what had happened earlier in the day.
What had started out as a teasing game of one-upsmanship had escalated into a full-scale battle between
the two men who had become very close over the months on board the Wind Lass. Patrick hadn't been
hurt in the fracas, but he had been severely trounced in a way no one could have suspected or
anticipated. After it was all over, no one who knew Syn-Jern Sorn would ever look at the man again in
the same way.
“I could have killed him, Weir,” Syn-Jern admitted, his fists clenching and unclenching. “I've done it
before."
Weir stood, concerned for the man standing beside him. “But you didn't."
“I wanted to!” Syn-Jern spat. He turned to Weir. “I wanted him hurt! I wanted him beaten! If I'd turned
the full power of that vengeance on him, you'd be burying him right about now!"
“I don't understand how you could have kept such an ability quiet. Didn't anyone ever suspect you were
capable of doing what you did this morning?” Weir, himself, had been shocked, shaken to the core at the
morning's events, but he had wondered all day why Syn-Jern had never used his power to save himself
over the years.
“Listen to me, Weir,” Syn-Jern snarled, taking Saur's arm and shaking him, “You don't know what
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