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If I am to serve as an instrument of deceit, at least let it be with a clear conscience. I do not want to be considered either so affectionate or so loyal a servant as to be found fit to betray anyone. Michel de Montaigne Chapter I "You know very well that you cannot be here South. You are a danger to us all in presence alone." "Unfortunately I had some unfinished business to attend to, on Sytor's orders." In the faint light of the early dawn, two figures stood alone at the edge of the great wood, mist encompassing parts of their forms as they spoke. Prime's light pried through the dark clouds that were so common to develop over the dark

Chapter II South whipped around to witness an apparent swarm of shadowed figures closing in around she and her aunt. She stared outward at the one who had spoken. His coat was painted, like her own, but black and white. His eyes were silver and blind. "Well done, Mancer," he said calmly from his post on the interior of the circle. "I didn't expect her to be this easy to apprehend." "I'm out of your league, Avaunal," came the low, accented, voice of South. She flattened her ears and lowered her head. "Indeed you are, missy. However, I have not come for you, but rather, your father. You would not have traveled this far on your own." "Perhap