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personnel. Bane left the
recreation room, Sarjan following.
    As they walked
along the corridor, Bane said, “Take the ship out of the city, to a
wooded area, or fields, somewhere not crowded with people. There
you will wait for me. I must meet my informant to find out if he
has found the other two dark gods.”
    “You have an
informant? A man?”
    “No, a demon,
or, as you like to call them, a fiend. Do not worry, he is under my
command.”
    Sarjan nodded.
“Right.”
    “And Sarjan, if
you try to get me into your shredder room, you will regret it,
understand?”
    “Yes... I
won’t.”
    Bane signalled
to Kayos, who enveloped him in his light shield once more. Sarjan
swung around in search of him, then trotted away towards the
bridge.
    Kayos eyed Bane
with a sigh. “That was foolish.”
    “I did not know
he had a weapon.”
    “You should
stop trying to convince these dolts that you are good. It will not
work.”
    “It might.”
    Kayos placed
his hand on Bane’s cheek, healing the cut in a flash of golden
power. “It is far easier for you to convince women. They find you
irresistible.”
    Bane avoided
Kayos’ amused gaze, discomfited. “Let us find somewhere to
rest.”
    Kayos chuckled
as Bane marched off, following him to an empty mess hall where they
could seal the doors and relax on their couches for a while.
     
     
    Sherinias
smiled and jumped up when Drevarin arrived outside her birthing
chamber. He inclined his head, awaiting her permission to enter,
and she approached the entrance. He walked in as the wards
flickered, returning her smile.
    “It is good to
see you, Lord Drevarin.”
    “I thought I
would keep you company, My Lady.”
    “My father and
brother have succeeded in casting down one of the dark ones, with
the aid of my people. They are clever indeed.”
    Drevarin went
over to her cloud couch and formed his own beside it with a wave of
his hand. “I know. I have been watching them too.”
    “Perhaps Lord
Bane will not have to fight any of them, and thus be spared the
hardship and pain.”
    “Let us hope
so.”
    Sherinias sank
down on her couch, her eyes sparkling with excitement tinged with
anxiety. “I do, Lord Drevarin, most fervently.”
    “Do not concern
yourself unduly, My Lady. Bane is well able to deal with these dark
gods.”
    “I am certain
of that, but he may not escape injury.”
    “That is
true.”
    Sherinias
gasped, and her eyes became vacant for a moment before filling with
dread. “My Lord, the Oracle warns me that a dark god has just
entered the light realm.”
    Drevarin
frowned. “It could be Bane.”
    “What if it is
not?”
    “Then you must
call your father.”
    “That will put
him in danger too.”
    “He will bring
Bane with him if he thinks you are in peril.”
    She shook her
head. “Then he will have to fight.”
    “That cannot be
helped.”
    “We must flee.
You can take me to my father.”
    “No. Bane
wishes to do battle here, not in the mid realm.”
    Sherinias
rubbed her arms and stared out through the wards with deep
trepidation. Drevarin longed to comfort her, but, unless she
invited such familiarity on his part, protocol forbade it. Instead,
he gazed at the rolling, misty landscape outside the door, hoping
that it would be Bane who appeared. Several tense minutes passed,
then he cursed himself for a fool and waved an Eye into being,
seeking Bane within it. An image formed of an empty, dimly lighted
room on a ship like Nikira’s.
    Drevarin said,
“It is not Bane.”
    Sherinias cast
him a terrified look. “I must call Father.”
    “No, wait. The
dark god may not find you, and we are safe in here for now. He will
not be able to destroy these wards easily. It will take him a
while.”
    She rose and
joined him on his couch, slipping her hand into his. “I am glad you
are here, Lord Drevarin.”
    He patted her
hand. “So am I. We will be all right. Bane will protect us.”
    “It is strange
that we rely upon a dark god to rescue us.”
    “Yes. Now