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sorcerer does not enter into it. I do not see how I should have any insight to her situation. We are straying from the point. We need to send messengers to Artus Endria and to Brevin Tarbin. We need their agents eyes alert for the coming storm."
    Kerreth eyed her as if he would contradict her words. Faeya did not know if Kerreth knew Melian was her mother and thus made the young Jarius her uncle. Faeya was older than Jarius by many hundred years. It was a strange world.
    Kerreth sighed and reached for his boots. He looked at Faeya out of the corner of his eye.
    "I'll wake Dvorak. He can find Brevin, usually. I'm afraid with the wards around the Mage Academy a personal visit to Artus is in order. I'll send Taina, she's the fastest rider and the High King knows her."
    "Good. I must get back to Gerrand and make sure he is warm. He was out on that rock for a long time."
    "You are good to him, Faeya. It is rare for such devotion among the immortals."
    "You have Moria."
    "Yes, but she is young. I am eldest. I have my own troubling dreams at times. I have seen most of the centuries of this world and the images run together showing me ghosts together in places they never were in life. It becomes difficult to sort it all out. I am immortal in a limited sense. I may be killed in battle one day. Each day I feel a little less engaged in the world. Once I wondered how Gerrand could shut himself away from all the work he once enjoyed. How the Histories of Landermass no longer called to him. He turned the Mage Academy over to Artus and left it behind. That amazed me for he is so much younger than me. Now, I begin to understand. I can see the changes in the world and know my time is passing."
    "You just need more rest," said Faeya. "Are you eating enough?"
    Kerreth raised an eyebrow and patted his thick middle.
    "Are your eyes failing you little Faeya? You could fit inside my stomach. Ha! I will see to the messages. Oh, and one day you should acknowledge Wynne as your grandmother even if she doesn't acknowledge you."
    "How long have you known?"
    "Does it matter? Years, centuries, I don't know. Since I met you, I guess."
    Kerreth Veralier walked out of the barn leaving the small woman alone with her thoughts.
    Kerreth walked to one of the houses, knocked softly and entered. The interior was dark and still. He went to the single bedroom where the two women slept. He touched one on the shoulder. His massive hand shook her whole body.
    "Taina? Taina? I need you." His low tones rumbled in the silence.
    "Go away, Kerreth. It's my daughter you want. Moria's right next to me."
    "No, I need you to go to Nantitet."
    "What?" She opened one eye. "Not looking for something to get you through the night?"
    He smiled at her and swatted her gently.
    "No. There is trouble coming. Gerrand saw it in a dream. Now get dressed, you need to take a message to Artus Endria."
    "Ohh," she stretched. "Good thing Moria sleeps so soundly. I'd hate to have her think I still cared about you after all these centuries. She'll be a good wife for you."
    "Shut up, Mother," murmured Moria Albalen. "Kerreth doesn't need any advice from you."
    "No, he doesn't. It's been a long time since he needed anything from me." Her voice purred.
    "I'll be outside," said Kerreth, trying not to meet Taina's eyes.
    "Coward!" called Moria. "Now get up Mother, and let me get back to sleep. It sounds like I won't have too many chances for a deep sleep with Gerrand's foretelling."
    "Keep well, daughter," said Taina Talos.
    She found Kerreth saddling her horse.
    "This is serious, isn't it?" asked Taina. Taina's father Altair Talos founded the Talos Company and Taina joined mere months before they found the giant Kerreth Veralier who later became their leader. Kerreth was unlike anyone she had ever seen and he fascinated her. It took many years but eventually they became lovers. That relationship ended an eon ago. Still, Kerreth was singular and even Navir could not guess his origins.
    "Yes and no one