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smacks of it being ignored. Now we
come to what or who. Harvestmen in a bleaker field, harvestmen are
arachnids …”
    “Mysor,”
Tymall murmured.
    “Exactly. The
bleaker is their main source of food. The Mysor appear to expect
something - change, trouble, even evolution? Perhaps
starvation.”
    “As simple as
a rescue mission?” Torrullin pondered.
    “Of the
Mysor?” Taranis said. “Unlikely.”
    “A rescue
mission over nine thousand years in the making, if Rees is to be
believed?” Vannis snorted. “I think not.”
    Krikian
glanced from one to the other and saw he needed to continue. “There
is another pointer, this time to position. The giant star that
almost blinded is a twofold image. One, it is recognisable
astronomically and two, it is a warning. To look upon this system
is regarded as trespass.”
    “Which
connects us neatly to the Forbidden Zone,” Quilla said.
    “Mysor
territory,” Taranis muttered.
    “With
far-flung, forgotten galaxies and a bright star or two,” Quilla
added.
    Raken
shivered.
    “In fact,” and
Quilla glanced apologetically at Krikian, “I knew the Zone before
it was declared Forbidden. There are a number of galaxies, and a
greater variety of solar systems. Among those there was a giant
star, brighter than any in the known universe.”
    “Do you know
its location?”
    “It has been
an extraordinary long time, Enchanter.”
    “Carry on,
Krikian,” Torrullin said.
    The younger
man hesitated. “Next there is this beam that transforms into a blue
cylinder. It is not Mysor, it has another origin …” He paused and
glanced at Taranis.
    “Like another
race?” Taranis supplied. “In the Forbidden Zone?”
    “That is how I
see it. This race has the power to alter reality, they are
technologically advanced …”
    “… or
sorcerous,” Tymall breathed.
    “Just so,
young lord. And golden.”
    Torrullin’s
eyes narrowed and Vannis’ head swung in a slow arc. “Valleur?”
    “Gold reflects
goodness, my Lord Vallorin,” Krikian replied. “A good race. Maybe
Valleur, maybe not even close.”
    “I thought
gold reflects greed,” Tymall said.
    “And sometimes
it means simply wealth,” Krikian nodded. “The trick is to take it
in context. The admonishing finger says not to lose sight of what
is important, and what appears paramount is the parchment. It links
the dreams. Lord Taranis is distracted by his surroundings, he
loses sight of what is important. Both times he is punished, first
falling into the void, then the dust storm. That is a clear
warning. The danger, it says, is great if we do not follow the
path.”
    “What path?”
Taranis asked.
    “The map is
the path. The giant star is the mapmaker. Find the star and the
system and you may not need a physical map.”
    “That was
insightful, thank you.” Torrullin said.
    “The map was
in Valleur,” Taranis said.
    “You are thinking the golden hand is Valleur,” Tymall stated. “It may
prove only that the Valleur knew the region inside the Forbidden
Zone.”
    “Tymall has a
point,” Quilla murmured.
    “Krikian, what
are named circles in a dream?” Torrullin asked.
    “Planets, my
Lord Vallorin.”
    “Taranis?”
    “I saw named
circles on the parchment with lines connecting them. I managed to
read two before my gaze fell on directional arrows in the left
corner, with names beside them.”
    Tymall asked,
“What would arrows signify?”
    “Positioning
of galaxies,” Vannis said, rising to stretch. “Look on any star
map.”
    “Rees had it right,” Tristamil said. “Ley lines and star
chart.”
    Tymall
grinned. “And maybe he had it right about treasure also.”
    “Treasure,
son, may not be gold and riches,” Torrullin said. “It may be
knowledge and we may wish we never know what we find.”
    Raken glared.
“Torrullin, if you know something …”
    “Suspect,
Raken. I need confirmation.” Torrullin faced Quilla. “You know the
galaxies. Somewhere there must be a link.”
    “I can list