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Still infirm, confined by her weakness to her wide bed in the Capewell sisterhouse, the ancient Prime Matriarch receives word from her lane scryer that the first step in the plan to take Prince Arithon captive is in place; Lirenda’s task in Araethura is accomplished, and Fionn Areth’s transformation a sealed future …

Clad in muddy leathers and a green reek of bog mire, the craggy Sorcerer, Asandir, rummages through Sethvir’s pantry at Althain Tower; over rinds of molded cheese, stale bread, and one forlorn sack of rice that hosts a new litter of field mice, he makes disposition to Luhaine, ‘Since I can’t survive on air and conundrums, that settles our dispute. You’ll stay. I’ll go to Caithwood and serve due redress against townsmen who believe trees can burn for the cause of misguided politics …’

Just returned from an errand in the Kingdom of Havish, Mearn s’Brydion, youngest brother and envoy of the clanborn Duke of Alestron, makes landfall at Middlecross; informed there that Prince Lysaer plans a royal inspection of the Riverton shipyards, he smiles in sharkish pleasure, then chooses to play the advantage of timing and let his demand for an inquiry coincide …