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you.”
    “Meaning?”
Tymall’s eyes narrowed.
    Tristamil
stole a glance at his father. “Work it out. I am not holding your
hand.”
    Tymall
frowned, at a loss. The scroll wavered and he glanced at Margus and
then back, eyes wide.
    Margus was
gone.
    “What is he up
to?” Tristamil growled, and put his hand on his sword.
    Torrullin
stared at the empty space. The Darak Or had not left via
conventional means and the transport was so sneaky it went
unnoticed. The trap is to be sprung. He cared not. All he
desired was to find a path through the labyrinth of his choice.
    Tymall
grinned. He unrolled the scroll. “Allow me to read this, will you?
It is a single line, an oath spoken and recorded and then signed.
King after king after king; I believe there are eighty-one thousand
seven hundred and forty-one marks on this document, and it will
continue to grow until the oath is fulfilled.” Tymall raised an
eyebrow. “Would you like to know what that oath is?”
    Tristamil
glanced at his father, but there was no help there.
    Torrullin sat
with eyes closed, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. He
listened to the nuances.
    “It will
explain where my master vanished to,” Tymall prompted.
    “Your master.
I will kill you for that insult. Speak!”
    Yes, speak
Tymall, and perhaps what you say will help me.
    Tymall assumed
an oratory stance and cleared his throat. “It is dated thus; the
Year of Annihilation. After every king’s mark there is a noted YA+
and whatever figure that king’s year of rule began. If you are
wondering how it is I am able to read this obviously ancient
scroll, it is in Valleur. In fact, it is addressed to us.”
    “Ty, get to
it.”
    Tymall offered
a self-satisfied smile. “It says, To the Golden who speak this
tongue. Intriguing isn’t it? Gave me quite a turn. Come now,
brother, no snide comment?” Tymall laughed. He was in control
now.
    “Read it, and
be done.”
    “Very well.
After the date and address, it simply says, We, the Dinor,
however few we may be, however long we may wait, swear upon the
honour of our people to exact bloody revenge on the Valleur for the
near extinction we have faced by your hand. ” Tymall looked up.
“And then the signatures begin.” He rolled the parchment and held
it out. “Read for yourself.”
    Tristamil took
it, but did not unfurl. “The Darak Or found them.”
    “We have our
indecisive father to thank, actually.” Tymall glanced at his
father, but that silent figure gave no indication of having heard.
He faced his twin. “World hopping was informative, particularly
where we arrived after you left. It presented an opportunity to
indulge in discovery. The Dinor were maddened by the fact that a
band of marauders dared set foot on their world and were seriously
inflamed that one of them was a Golden - Vannis, of course, he of
the trueblood. That was, oh, about four weeks ago, but one can do
much in a short time, not so?
    “While your
band of marauders continued looking for us, Margus conceived of a
plan. We became two then, for two individuals bearing witness to
the crazed Dinor would be more telling. You have seen Margus now;
he has an innocent demeanour, and he was the injured party beset
upon by the Valleur, abandoned along with his friend- me- on the
Dinor homeworld. Well, needless to say, they lapped it up. They
swore to follow him if we could lead them to the Valleur.”
    Tristamil
paled. “They are here.”
    “Outside.
Margus went to greet them. His evidence is Menllik herself, for
even empty she is proof of Valleur occupation.”
    “He has
interfered,” Torrullin said, and unwound to stand.
    Both his sons
snapped heads his way.
    Torrullin
looked at Tymall. “Your master,” he spat, “has interfered in this
farce of tonight by leaving. More, yes, but leaving is the first
nuance. Therefore I now claim the right to do the same.”
    “Leave?”
Tristamil blurted, a faint tremor in his voice.
    “Farce?”
Tymall asked.
    “I claim the
right