Daemon thought this over and shook his head. “This is more.”

“Yes, this is much, much more. This is a shadow so skillfully created that it can act independently through expected routines. I don’t imagine the conversation’s stimulating”—that made Daemon snort—“but it does mean the originator can be doing something entirely different.”

“Such as?”

“Ah,” Saetan said as he refilled their glasses, “that is the interesting question.”

Daemon’s eyes flashed with relieved anger. “Why would she create one?”

“As I said, that is the interesting question.”

“Is that it? We just wait?”

“For now. But whoever gets to her first gets to go up one side of her and down the other. Twice.”

A slow smile curled Daemon’s lips. “You’re worried.”

“You’re damn right I’m worried,” Saetan snapped. Now that he didn’t have to rein in Daemon’s temper, he felt free to unleash his own. “Who in the name of Hell knows what she’s up to this time?” He slumped in his chair, snarling.

Daemon leaned back in his chair and laughed.

“Don’t be so amused, boy. You deserve a good kick in the ass.”

Daemon blinked. “Me?”

Saetan leaned forward. “You. The next time you suggest she get proper instruction before trying something, you’d damn well better remember to add that I’m the one to give the proper instruction.”

“What—”

“Dream weaving. Do you remember dream weaving, namesake?”

Daemon paled. “I remember. But I—”

“Told her to be instructed by the best. Which she did.”

“Then what—”

“Have you ever heard of Arachna?”

Daemon got paler. “That’s a legend,” he whispered.

“Most of Kaeleer’s a legend, boy,” Saetan roared. “That hasn’t stopped her from meeting some very interesting individuals.”

They glared at one another. Finally Daemon said with menacing quiet, “Like you?”

Damn, this boy was fun! Saetan took a deep breath and sighed dramatically. “I used to be interesting,” he said mournfully. “I used to be respected, even feared. My study was a private sanctuary no one willingly entered. But I’ve gotten long in the tooth”—Daemon flicked a startled glance at his mouth—“and now I have demons pounding on my door, some upset because she hasn’t visited with them, some upset because she has. My cook backs me into corners, wanting to know if the Lady will be coming today so her favorite meat pie can be prepared. And I have merchants cluttering up my doorstep, cringingly seeking an audience, actually relieved to be in my presence while they wring their hands and pour out their tales of woe.”

Daemon, who had become more and more amused, frowned slightly. “The demons and the cook I understand. Why the merchants?”

Saetan let out another dramatic sigh, but his eyes glowed with dark amusement. “I opened a blanket account for her in Kaeleer.”

Daemon sucked in his breath. “You mean…”

“Yes.”

“Mother Night.”

“That’s the kindest thing that’s been said to me on that score.” Enjoying the drama, Saetan continued, “And it’s going to get worse. You do realize that?”