Narrameer, eyes closed, said in a low, faraway voice, "You forget. There is one person who was present on the day of the ascension of Tyeveras."

Hornkast looked at her in amazement. Ancient she was, that everyone knew; but no one knew how ancient, except that she had been the imperial dream-speaker as far back as anyone recalled. But if she had indeed survived out of the reign of Tyeveras as Coronal, she was older even than he imagined; and he felt a shiver go down his back, he who had thought he was himself far beyond the age when anything could cause surprise.

"You remember it, then?" he asked.

"I see it through the mists. It is announced first in the Court of Columns. Then in the Court of Globes, and then in the Place of Masks; and after that, it is declared in the Hall of Winds and the Court of Pyramids. After which, it is announced one final time at the Mouth of Blades. And when the new Pontifex arrives at the Labyrinth, he must enter at the Mouth of Blades and journey down through the levels on foot.

That I remember: Tyeveras striding with immense vigor through huge crowds that called his name, and he walked so fast that no one could keep pace with him, and he would not halt until he had traversed the whole Labyrinth to its lowest level. Will the Pontifex Valentine display such energy, I wonder?"

"That is the second curious matter," said Hornkast. "The Pontifex Valentine has no immediate plans for taking up residence in the Labyrinth."

"What?" Dilifon blurted.

"He is now at the Isle, with the former Lady and the new Coronal and the new Lady. The Pontifex informs me that it is his intention to go next to Zimroel, in order to bring the rebellious provinces under his control. He expects this process to be a lengthy one, and he urges me to postpone any celebration of his ascension."

"For how long?" Shinaam asked.

"Indefinitely," said Hornkast. "Who knows how long this crisis will last? And while it does he will remain in the upper world."

"In that case," said Narrameer, "we may expect the crisis to last as long as Valentine lives."

Hornkast glanced toward her and smiled. "You understand him well. He detests the Labyrinth, and I think will find every pretext to avoid dwelling in it."

Dilifon shook his head slowly. "But how can that be? The Pontifex must dwell in the Labyrinth! It is the tradition! Never in ten thousand years has a Pontifex lived in the upper world!"

"Never has Valentine been Pontifex, either," Hornkast said. "I think there will be many changes forthcoming in his reign, if the world survives this war the Shapeshifters wage against it. But I tell you it matters little to me whether he lives in the Labyrinth or in Suvrael or on Castle Mount. My time is over; as is yours, good Dilifon, and yours, Shinaam, and perhaps even yours, my lady Narrameer. Such transformations as may come hold little interest for me."