Relos Var winced. “I’m sorry. I know you’ll get him back, though.”

“But he won’t be sane.” She paused. “He wasn’t sane before, was he?”

Relos Var paused and then nodded. “No. Suless is good at that.”

“You didn’t stop her.” Xivan didn’t even sound upset. She merely presented a simple fact. He hadn’t stopped Suless. He could have.

“I told your husband to destroy Suless when he had the chance. He refused. I may not have agreed with his decision, but I let my friends make their own choices.”

Her eyes flickered, and for the first time, emotion crossed her features. “Really? You’ve manipulated everyone you’ve ever known.”

Relos Var shrugged. “I won’t apologize for making certain options more appealing than others.”

“I would kill you now if I could,” Xivan said.

“You can,” Relos Var said. “The sword my apprentice just placed on the ground is Urthaenriel.”

She blinked in surprise as she stared at the weapon. “You found it. You actually found it.”

“Yes. Well, my brother found it.” Relos Var raised his hands in a “what can you do” gesture. “I think Azhen would have wanted you to have it, if he couldn’t wield it himself.”

“It wouldn’t destroy me?” Her gaze hadn’t moved from the weapon.

“Not at all,” Relos Var said. “But it will stop you from feeding and thus healing. However, its powers are only active when the sword is drawn, so I wouldn’t hold it unsheathed for more than three or four hours at a go. Barring that, I see no reason you can’t wield Urthaenriel. And indeed, I think we can both agree you might wield it very well against certain individuals.”

Xivan stared at him. “Suless.”

“It’s not called Godslayer for nothing.” Relos Var smiled. “And I do want you to find her. Suless has a talent for unpredictability I’d like removed from the board.”

Xivan gazed down at the blade. Relos Var wanted to use her. She knew that. He’d use her for his own purposes too; what she wanted wouldn’t be relevant to him at all. He might claim to want her to kill Suless, but she knew the names he really wanted crossed off his list sounded more like Khored, Taja, Ompher, Galava, Argas, Tya, and Thaena. Xivan Kaen had never been fooled by Relos Var’s overtures of friendship to her husband. She knew a puppeteer when she saw one.

Xivan picked up the sword.

AFTERWORD

And finally …

Deep in the heart of the Korthaen Blight, eight streams of light united in the center of a city. Once called Karolaen, now Kharas Gulgoth, the city existed as tomb and prison, maintained for one purpose: to imprison a corrupted god of darkness and oblivion with eight chains of light.