Oreg stood up, yawned, and shook himself before resuming his human form. “Sounds like a good idea.” He bowed his head to Kellen once, a gesture of respect he didn’t make often, and retired into the trees.

Kellen made no move to go into the water, just stood staring at me as if he didn’t know what to do. Or as if he didn’t trust me. I don’t suppose being locked in a cell by my own brother would have made me very trusting, either.

“Rosem’s coming soon,” I said. “You can wait for him if you want—but I’m not.” I pulled off my clothes and walked into the pool.

It was not cold, as the water in such a pool should have been, but lukewarm. I felt no particular welling of magic here, so it must have been fed by underground hot springs. In the dark it was hard to tell how deep it was going to be, but I needn’t have worried, for the drop-off was gentle when it came. I swam away from Kellen, letting him decide to follow or not. After a few minutes there was a splash from that end of the pool, so I supposed he had.

When I heard nothing more I swam back to Kellen.

He stood waist-deep in the warm water and trembled.

“Do you know,” he said, watching his shaking fingers, “I hated Aethervon as much as ever I hated my brother for locking me away in the Asylum. If it hadn’t been for the vision Aethervon gifted Jakoven’s mage with, my brother would have just killed me.”

He was ready to break, and maybe he needed to pour out what he was feeling to someone. But if he broke now, he might not be able to put himself back together again. Wait, I wanted to urge him, wait until a little time has made you something more than a boy who has no more past than a cell in the dark. I wished for Beckram’s clever tongue, but had to make do with my own.

“I’m pretty ambivalent on Aethervon, myself,” I said, ignoring the agitated state Kellen was in. “Last time I was here, he took over my sister without so much as a by-your-leave or ‘excuse me,’ and used her to babble prophecy that was not even very helpful.”

“If I had told you more, you wouldn’t have done as you were needed to,” said a soft, sexless voice.

I looked around and noticed the old woman who was one of Aethervon’s people, sitting on a rock—but I had no doubt that the voice belonged to a god rather than an old woman.

“So why did you say anything at all?” I asked.