aghast. "You spied on Ivane? In heaven's name, why?" "That woman is a born plotter, Kieron. She isn't satisfied with a Consort's coronet. She's brewing something. Emmissaries have come to her from certain of the star-kings and others...." "Others?" Alys' voice was hushed. "A warlock, Kieron! He has been seeing Ivane privately for more than a year. An awful man!" Superstition stirred like a quickening devil inside the Valkyr. The shuddering horror of the dark and bloody tales he had heard all his life about the warlocks who clung to the knowledge of the Great Destroyer rose like a wave of blackness within him. Alys felt the same dark tide rising in her. She moved closer to Kieron, her slim body trembling slightly against his. "The people would tear Ivane to pieces if they knew," she whispered. "You saw this warlock?" asked Kieron, sick with dread. Alys nodded soundlessly. Kieron fought down his fears and wondered uneasily what Ivane's connection could be with such a pariah. The warlocks and witches were despised and feared above all other creatures in the Galaxy. "His name?" Kieron asked. "Geller. Geller of the Marshes. It is said that he is a conjurer of devils ... and that he can create homunculi! Out of the very filth of the marshes! Oh, Kieron!" Alys shuddered. An awful plan was forming in Kieron's mind. He was thinking that Ivane must be stripped of the sigils and powers of this devil-man. With such powers at her command there might be nothing impossible of attainment. Even the crown of the Imperium itself.... "Where," Kieron asked slowly, "can this warlock be found?" "On the street of the Black Flame, in the city of Neg ... on Kalgan." "Kalgan!" Kieron's heart contracted. Was there a connection? Kalgan! What had Ivane to do with that lonely planet beyond the dark veil of the Coalsack? Was it coincidence? Out of all the thousands of worlds in space ... Kalgan. "Is there something wrong, Kieron? You know this man?" Kieron shook his head. It had suddenly become more than imperative that he go to Kalgan. The