“Aye, several million, equipped with all the resources of the Dark Empire, including scientific knowledge we cannot match…”

“We have the Red Amulet and the Rings of Mygan,” Hawkmoon reminded him.

“Ah, yes, those …” Count Brass seemed to scowl. We have those, too. And we have right on our sideis that an asset, Duke Dorian?”

“Perhaps. But if we use the Rings of Mygan to take us back to our own dimension and we fight a couple of small battles dose to home, freeing the oppressed, we can begin to raise some kind of peasant army.”

“A peasant army, you say. Hm …”

Hawkmoon sighed. “I know it seems impossible odds, Count Brass.”

Then Count Brass suddenly broke into a beaming, golden smile. “That’s right, lad. You’ve guessed!”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re just the sort of odds I like. I’ll get the maps and we can begin to plan our initial campaigns!”

While Count Brass was away, Oladahn said to Hawkmoon. “Elvereza Tozer could have returned to Londra and revealed our plans and our position. We are very vulnerable at this moment, friend Hawkmoon.”

Count Brass came back with the maps. “Now, let’s see…”

An hour later Hawkmoon got up and took Yisselda’s hand, bid goodnight to his friends and followed his wife to their apartments.

Five hours later they were still awake, lying in each other’s arms. It was then that she told him they were to have a child.

He accepted the news in silence, merely kissed her and held her closer. But when she was asleep, he got up and went to the window, staring out over the reeds and lagoons of the Kamarg, thinking to himself that now he had something even more important to fight for than an ideal.

He hoped he would live to see his child.

He hoped his child would be born even if he did not live.

Chapter Seven

The Beasts Begin to Squabble

MELIADUS SMILED BEHIND his mask and his hand tightened on Flana Mikosevaar’s shoulder as the towers of Londra came in sight upriver.

“It is going so well,” he murmured. “Soon, my dear, you will be Queen. They do not suspect. They cannot suspect. There has been no uprising such as this for hundreds of centuries! They are unprepared. How they will curse the architects who sited the barracks on the waterfront!” He laughed softly.