Anusha's brows tightened with incomprehension.

"My pact stone is, for all its small size, laden with consequence. Because it exists, I can call upon fell powers and feats of magic that are known to the Lord of Bats. Moreover, I can command the Lord of Bats's lesser minions, use his implements of power as my own, and even travel to his shadowed fortress. The stone is a potent tool, and it binds me to him, and him to me."

"Why would he cede you so much of his power? That seems like a mistake."

"The pact stone has one more function. The Lord of Bats pledged to take back my pact-born powers, then to drink my blood and eat my body, should the stone ever be destroyed. He invested the stone with such consequence so he could hold it to ensure my good behavior. If the pact stone is broken, I lose my powers and the Lord of Bats comes for me to collect his due."

"Oh!" Anusha gripped his shoulder as if to comfort him. He didn't shrink from the contact.

"The Lord of Bats showed me the pact stone. He told me he would destroy it if I did not do as he commanded in all things. He said I would be his puppet in the world that had banned his entry. He said that through me, the Lord of Bats would hunt the world again, as he had done in the days when humans were still 'beasts without language' and Faerie hadn't receded from the world."

The warlock clenched both fists and said in a louder voice, "Snatched so recently from the crimson road, I had little to Ipse. Without pondering the danger, I called swiftly and without full understanding on the power the Lord of Bats bequeathed me. I wrested the pact stone from him even as he brandished it!" "He let the stone go?"

"His ego was his undoing, I suppose. He couldn't conceive I'd have the effrontery or wit to immediately act. Perhaps he was used to dealing with primeval men of duller wit. Perhaps his fey nature prevented him from recognizing my mortal desperation. After he realized his error, it was too late. With stone in hand, I commanded a portion of his power, and I held the implement through which he'd planned to leash me. We fought, but I imprisoned him in the highest spire of his own fortress. I claimed the castle as my own and returned to the world. I was my own agent, and the world seemed alight with possibility and promise. Until your half brother stole the stone."

"Behroun is a criminal and a bastard," agreed the girl. "I can't believe I share even half his blood. But he is no wizard or sage. How did he discover the significance of the stone?"

"That question has long troubled me. I suspect the Lord of Bats sent out messages on bat wings far and wide. The Lord of shadow-mantled Darroch Castle schemes always to break the stone, whereupon he would free himself and find me. He must have made contact with Behroun and showed Lord Marhana the significance of the stone. Not long after, I received a cordial invitation to visit New Sarshel."

The girl sniffed. "He has a way with words, when he tries."

"Yes, and my guard was down. I had no reason to suspect a trap. Moreover, I didn't expect anyone in the world to recognize the pact stone's significance, and I was lax in its safekeeping. Once I arrived in New Sarshel, your half brother employed master thieves to bring him the stone. His instruction from the Lord of Bats was to smash it. But upon gaining my pact stone, Behroun was too savvy to break it. Instead, he uses it to compel my service even as the Lord of Bats meant to." "I am so sorry, Japheth."

He made no reply. He merely looked into her eyes. They were dark pools of mystery hinting at unphimbed depths.

She leaned forward, her lips slightly parted. It would be so easy to bend to meet her halfway and touch his lips to hers.

His heart tried to escape his chest, beating with two coequal emotions: confusion and desire.

The warlock stood abruptly and said the first thing that came into his head. "Would you like to see Darroch Castle? I can show you. We can use my cloak as a bridge."

The moment was broken, as he'd intended. And now half regretted.

The girl sighed. Then she cocked her head and smiled. She nodded up at him. "I'm on a ship bound for who knows where because I wanted to see wonders beyond Sarshel. Now you say you want to show me the castle you keep in your cloak? Of course… but is it safe?"

Japheth already wished he'd come up with some other way to derail the moment. He didn't want to rescind his offer, though. He replied, "Safe enough, as long as you stay close to me."

"Now?" The girl rose from the edge of her travel case. He smelled her warm scent.

Exhilaration made him incautious. He knew it, but didn't give himself more time to think it through. "Why not?"

Japheth swirled his cloak off his shoulders. He turned toward the cabin's door and held the fabric with his arms outstretched before him and slightly raised, so that the hem just touched the floor. He took one quick pace to the door and pressed the narrow rectangle of darkness he held into the door frame. When he released his grip and stepped back, the cloak remained in place, obscuring the wooden door behind it.

"It looks like a door of darkness," Anusha breathed.

He nodded. "It is. It leads to my castle."

They stepped forward. Anusha flinched as if expecting to bump her head, but instead, shadows grabbed them. Cold hands pulled them along a tunnel whose floor, walls, and ceiling were composed of leathery, undulating wings. With a flurry of flapping and a whiff of ammonia, the darkness released them.

They stood in a subterranean vault whose dimensions were lost to cobwebbed corners. Behind them along a rocky wall wavered a door-shaped opening. Japheth's cabin was blurrily visible within the rectangle.

Piercing gold and silver light from their right made them both squint. The light poured inward from an irregular, natural-looking cave mouth. Through it Japheth saw a verdant mountain meadow whose vivid colors stole his breath, as always, and whose piercing scents brought tears to his eyes. He'd never ventured in that direction, for Darroch Castle was the other way.

The gold and silver light from the cave mouth slowly fell to purples, blues, and shadow black. Over the span of a few hundred feet, the dim illumination was transformed to a dreary radiance of hopelessness. The last glimmers of light were enough to reveal a vast castle, one whose mortar was black and whose bricks were immense blocks of void. A central spire rose above the walls, so high it brushed the vault's stalactite-toothed ceiling. Immense wings stretched out from each side of the spire, rapacious and dragon-like in their span, like hunger itself made manifest.

Anusha stifled an involuntary cry and shrank back.

The noise set the ceiling to churning and chittering. It was thick with roosting bats of every variety. Many had never flown the skies of Toril.

"Shh, it is all right, Anusha." He reached for her hand, and she clutched back tight.

"The bats on the ceiling will not harm you while I am near. The vast wings you see on the castle are immobile. They possess no life, not now, anyway. The Lord of Bats is safely bound and cannot enter his shape of old while he remains imprisoned. And I don't intend to release him."

In the wan light, he saw her slowly nod, though her eyes didn't leave the unmoving shape that crouched atop the structure.

"Perhaps we should return to the Green Siren," suggested Japheth.

Anusha gazed around with rapt eyes.

"No… no. It is just… amazing. To know where I now stand, someplace so far from the… world itself? I've never traveled by magic in such fashion. It is like the stories of the spells wizards commanded before the Spellplague."

"Those abilities are returning to many across Faerыn," said the warlock.

"Yes, and not too soon. But even the most powerful of the old wizards would have been hard pressed to travel so far in a single step. We are not even in the world any longer." Her wide eyes met his. Even in the dim light of the cave, it was a connection he couldn't long hold, if he didn't want to be drawn into a rash act.