“You cannot keep me here, my lord,” Marzina said.

“Ah, but I can,” Kolgrim told her. “I have put a lock upon your magic. You cannot leave until I let you leave.”

Return me now from whence I came. I do not choose to come again, Marzina said. But nothing happened. She remained where she was. The girl grew very pale. Until now very few had been able to thwart her magic. Her grandmother. Her mother. Prince Kaliq. And they had not interfered with her in years. “My mother will punish you for this,” Marzina said, in what she hoped passed for a hard and strong voice. “You have overstepped your bounds, my lord.”

“You are brave,” he told her admiringly. “I only intend keeping you until our mother releases the lady Nyura, my bride, to me. She will resist for a brief time, of course. But that will allow us to become better acquainted, little sister.”

“I have no desire to know you better, my lord,” Marzina said.

Kolgrim laughed. “You are a poor liar,” he responded. “You wanted to know all about me, which is why you watched me in your reflecting bowl. I could sense your eyes on me, which is why I was able to catch you so quickly, little sister.”

“You did not even know about me until the dwarf told you,” Marzina replied. “Who is he? He is very old.”

“Aye, he is. He has served several Twilight Lords before me as chancellor. His name is Alfrigg. He would spend his declining years tending his mushroom and nightshade gardens if he could, but I have found no one to replace him,” Kolgrim told her. “I have never known him to keep a secret from me before, but I forgive him for he saved this secret for the time I would need it the most.”

“Return me to my hall,” Marzina said. “By taking me you have set yourself up against a host of those who would gladly destroy you.”

“No,” Kolgrim said. “I want my bride returned to me first.”

Marzina sighed. “I shall be here a long time then,” she told him. “Where am I to sleep? You took me just before the dinner hour. I am starving. Do you mean to starve me then?”

“Will our mother sacrifice you needlessly, little sister?” he asked her. “I mean to have Nyura to wed and bed. Her path was chosen centuries ago.”

“You mean to bring the darkness to the world of Hetar, brother. You intend to bring it forever, but the good in our world will not allow you to do so,” Marzina said.

“Nay, little one. I will only lead Hetar into the darkness. It is the son Nyura bears me who will keep it there,” Kolgrim told her. “That is why our mother is so desperate to stop me. But she will not this time. She lingered too long among the mortals. And worse, she behaved like them except in the privacy of her own chambers. They no longer believe in her, or in the magic world. They do not even believe in their own mortality. Status, power, wealth and lust have become their deities. They will follow any creature who promises them more of it, and I will. I do not have to bring the darkness to Hetar. They will bring it upon themselves.”

“Yes, yes, but where am I to sleep?” Marzina demanded of him.

Kolgrim laughed aloud again and held out his hand to her. “Come, and we will eat. Then you will be shown to the quarters that will always be yours when you come to visit me, little one.” He smiled warmly at her as he led her from his Throne Room down a beautiful dark marble corridor to a small, intimate dining room.

Marzina could not help herself. She took his hand, and he gave it a little squeeze. She had to admit that he was, as she had been warned, a very charming man. She knew she was going to like him in spite of herself. His manners were impeccable as he seated her. Who had taught him, she wondered. “When are you going to send for Mother?” she asked him as a silent servant ladled soup into a bowl before her. She took a spoonful, and it tasted of the earth and the forest. It was delicious.

“I’m not,” Kolgrim said. “She and Ilona keep a close eye on you, although you have not been aware of it. They will both know soon enough that you are missing. It will not take Mother long to know with whom you are currently residing.”

“And then she will come and get me,” Marzina said as she tore a piece off a warm loaf of bread, dipping it into her soup before popping it into her mouth.

“She will come, little sister, but she will not take you from me,” he told her.

“Why not?” Marzina asked him.

“Because you will be where she cannot retrieve you,” Kolgrim told her. “She must first return Nyura to me so our marriage may be celebrated. Then I will release you.”

He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I promised our mother long ago never to harm any of my blood, and I have not. Now eat your supper, little sister.”

The soup was followed by a platter of some kind of fish, lying upon a bed of dark green leaves and thin slices of lemon; a capon roasted to a golden-brown, and stuffed with sweet and tart fruits; a stew of venison in a rich wine gravy that was filled with leeks, mushrooms and slivers of carrot; more fresh warm bread, butter and two cheeses. When it had all been cleared away a sponge cake soaked in sweet wine and covered with rich thick cream was served.

“My aunt is fond of cake like this,” Marzina remarked as she enjoyed the sweet.

“Ah yes, the beautiful dragon Nidhug,” Kolgrim replied.

“You’ve seen her?” Marzina was surprised.

“When Ilona finally invited Nidhug to her domain because the egg in the dragon’s nursery hatched a faerie child, and not an infant dragon,” Kolgrim said, “I came to see for myself. Of course no one knew I was there.” He smiled. “Have they produced any other children, Prince Cirillo and Nidhug?” he asked her.

“There is another egg in the nursery nest, but it is believed that one is Nidhug’s successor, and will not hatch until a thousand years before her time as guardian of Belmair is to come to an end,” Marzina told him. “It will take the Great Dragon of Belmair that length of time to teach her heir all he will need to know.”

“Fascinating,” Kolgrim said, shaking his head. Then, seeing she had finished, he asked her, “Are you ready to see your chamber, little one?”

“I am tired,” Marzina admitted.

“Come along then,” Kolgrim said, standing up. He led her from the dining room down another wide marble corridor. At its end was a single door. Opening it, he ushered Marzina into the chamber. “It is simple, but I thought you would prefer it. Your own home is without ostentation. You may come and go within my palace whenever you choose. However, be advised that if you are not in this place when our mother arrives to discuss matters with me, you will be magicked back here immediately, and the chamber door will be locked. Do you understand, Marzina?”

“Of course,” she answered him. “But if you think you can keep Mother from retrieving me, you are mistaken. Her magic is far stronger than yours, my lord.”

“We shall see, little sister,” he told her. Then, bending, he kissed her cheek and was gone, closing the door behind him.

Marzina looked about her. The chamber was windowless. The floors were smooth stone as were the walls. It was more a dungeon cell but for the comfortable furnishings. There was a curtained bed draped in lavender velvet and covered in soft furs. Beneath it she noted a delicately painted chamber pot. At the foot of the bed was an iron-bound trunk. Lifting its rounded lid, Marzina was surprised to find it filled with beautiful robes made from a mixture of silk and fine soft wool. The colors, however, were mostly dark. Forest-green, deep blue, black, lavender and a rich purple. She let the lid fall shut and, going to the door, turned the handle. It opened, as Kolgrim had said it would. Marzina was surprised but pleased he had not lied to her.

Shutting the door, she continued her inspection of the chamber. It had a large fireplace that burned scented wood that perfumed and warmed the room. In the coals of the hearth was a dark bronze basin and pitcher of water for her bathing. There was a small round candle stand by the bed with a thick taper in a carved silver taperstick with its own snuffer attached by a delicate chain. A dark wood sideboard stood against one wall. Upon it was a silver tray with two decanters and a single silver cup. There was also a bowl of fresh fruit, and a little plate of honey cakes. Nothing was lacking within the room that a guest would need, Marzina thought.

Lying across the foot of the bed, a soft night garment of white cotton was ready for her. She wondered if she was being watched but then decided it didn’t matter. Before Marzina prepared herself for bed, however, she tried her spell once again. Return me now from whence I came. I do not choose to come again. But nothing happened. That was twice now she had caught Kolgrim in a truth. She would not have thought such a thing possible of a Twilight Lord.

With a sigh of resignation she took the basin and pitcher from the hearth, set them on the sideboard, poured the warm water into the vessel and bathed. When she was finished she was surprised to see the water drain away from the basin. With a little laugh she put them back, noting as she did that the pitcher was full again. Then Marzina took off her gown, donned the night garment that had been laid out for her and climbed into the bed. It was as comfortable as it looked, and deciding there was nothing else she could do, Marzina fell asleep. It had been a very long day.

Watching her in his reflecting bowl, Kolgrim smiled to himself. While love was not an emotion he usually experienced, he had come in the few short hours he had known her to adore this younger sister of his. When their mother released Nyura, he would keep his word and release Marzina to her. But he meant to win Marzina to the dark side. What an asset she would be to him. And it would certainly break their mother’s faerie heart. He smiled again.