Yet he didn’t move to take his leave. None of them did. And suddenly I caught on. They were deliberately biding their time, drawing out the essentially formal and meaningless conversation because they were studying me at close hand. They were likely monitoring countless aspects of my physicality of which I was totally unaware.

They knew Amel was inside me. They knew that Amel and I were one. They knew that Amel was studying them, too, just as I was studying them, and as they were studying me.

I think something dark and slightly ominous must have appeared in my expression or my demeanor because all at once they seemed to react, to gather themselves up, to exchange infinitesimal signals and to look to Teskhamen for a decisive gesture or word.

“You will excuse me now, won’t you?” I said, striving to be gracious, as gracious as I could. “There are others waiting for me. I’m leaving for home in a matter of nights to prepare a place for a wholly new—.” I stopped. A wholly new what?

“A wholly new reign,” said Magnus gently. There was the same loving smile on his lips.

“A wholly new era will suffice,” I said. “I’m not sure I want it to be called a reign.”

He smiled at this as though he found it not only impressive but somehow endearing. I didn’t know whether I was feeling love or hatred for him. Well, it certainly couldn’t be hatred. I was too completely happy to be alive.

I had the sense again that they were studying me in ways I couldn’t fathom, searching my face and form for signs of what was within. Yet Amel was silent. Amel was not helping me with them. Amel was there, yes, but utterly quiet.

Teskhamen caught my hand. His was far colder than mine. It had the hard icy texture of the Children of the Millennia. But his face was very warm and he said, “Forgive us for troubling you on this night, and so soon. But we were eager to see you with our own eyes. And we will go now, yes. I give you my apologies for our conduct. I think we are more impetuous and perhaps more excited than you can know.”

“I understand,” I said. “Thank you, my friends.” But I couldn’t repress my suspicions as they took their leave now, moving in a small loose body past me out of the drawing room into the hall and through the front door.

Armand went with them, his arm around the dark-haired ghost, the ghost who had been weeping, and the door was closed.

I realized that I was alone with Louis in the empty hallway. The others had gone.

“You know who they are?” I whispered.