Jaereth Andzyl hesitated one long moment before casting down the wreath of jasmine flowers he had made, letting it drop on Keira Ronsin’s grave. He touched the second and third fingers of his right hand to his forehead, then his mouth, and then his chest. Then he knelt beside the lakeside where Keira had been buried, murmuring a prayer to Lukylo. Though it was risky to come here, in the heart of Swan territory, he had been unable to stay away from where his lover had been buried. I loved you as best I could, he thought, staring at the engraved stone, but it wasn’t enough. Never enough. Their love had been brief and foolish, perhaps, but they had indulged in it all the same. But it had ended in tragedy and now, even fifty-one years later, Jaereth’s heart bore the scars. “I’m so very sorry, Keira,” he whispered. “I killed those who killed you, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t let you come back.” Then, still kneeling, he began the memorial rites that would honor Keira Ronsin’s death. Sahira had been unable to believe her eyes when she saw the treacherous, filthy murderer of her sister daring to conduct the memorial rites for Keira. But as her shock and initial impulse to kill him had died, she had crept away in fear. For Jaereth Andzyl could kill her very, very easily, and she was in no mood to die yet. She supposed that she could shoot Jaereth Andzyl from here, but what if she missed? From where she crouched hidden, the angle was a poor one. It was better to wait and follow him, to make sure of that he died the death he deserved. An arrow in the back while he flies over some stone will do it. But somehow, that didn’t give her what she wanted. What she really wanted to do was rip his wings out and leave him consigned to a flightless eternity rather than kill him. Being damned to a groundwalker’s life for the next three hundred years, she thought, was punishment enough. Creeping a safe distance away, she began her own prayers, though she murmured rather than chanted them, fearing her discovery. “May Lukylo give you high skies and fair winds, Stylliko guide you, Marys grant you peace, Krylus watch you, Ramaya walk at your side, Merius protect you, and Warwin give you the gift of rest.” Though there were variations on this prayer, this was the one Sahira preferred. “Your name will not be forgotten…” As the sun set, she said three final prayers – one to Stylliko, another to Marys, and a third to Lukylo. Jaereth Andzyl lingered by, doing who knew what to desecrate Keira’s grave. And when at last he left, Sahira followed, her heart burning with rage as she plotted her revenge.