was seeing what Lassen saw.Mithrewas conferring with someone. Rohyr noted that the latter was attiredin a physicians tunic. But it did not matter. He did not need avisual depiction of Lassens surroundings to pinpoint his location.Instead, he planted a mental marker in his unsuspecting lemansmind. It would act like a beacon when he plotted the course for thetranslocation corridor that would take him to the Camaran villagewhere Lassen presently resided.Hisvision blurred. The connection began to waver. Jareths store ofenergy was fast approaching the point of severe depletion. He wouldsoon be forced to pull out of their link. Without the boost ofJareths strength, even Tenryon would not be able to supportRohyrs psychic journey much longer.Itwas then, just as he was preparing to withdraw, that Rohyr sensed it.A presence that was not apart from Lassen but part of him. How couldthat be unless?Theconnection broke. Abruptly yanked back into the blinding light ofreality, Rohyr emerged from his trance with a shuddery gasp. Hebecame aware of Tenryons hands rubbing his shoulders soothingly. Aglass of strong Sidona brandy appeared before him. He looked up intoYandros concerned face.ThankingYandro, he took the glass and swiftly downed its contents. The burnof it seemed to clear his thoughts and crystallize his emotions. Aslow rage bubbled up inside him.Imgoing to Camara, he suddenly announced and stood up.Tenryonshook his head. I sensed what you sensed, he cautioned. Treadwith prudence. You dont know for certain thatThathe cuckolded me? Rohyr all but spat. Ample reason to flee andhide, dont you think?Rohyr...Butthe king brusquely pulled away and strode toward the door, hissuppressed fury palpable to the Hadranas and to Yandro as well. Thesedyrturned dismayed eyes to his superior.Ifhe meets with Idana-tyarin that mood he began to say.Jarethdid not wait for him to finish. Well go with him, he toldTenryon. Come, Yandro.Withbrief nods of farewell, they hastened after Rohyr.ChapterEighteenReckoningSouthernCamaraMithrefrowned as he returned to his sons room. The village physiciansreassurances had not been convincing. How could they be when Falanadmitted that hed never treated an over-young expectant Deirbefore? Yet he had insisted that the mild pains Lassen was feeling inhis belly were not cause for too much concern. Mithre was of half amind to move elsewhere, preferably to a community with better-trainedhealers of longer and wider experience.Weilanwas prosperous for its size and its residents were sufficientlyhospitable but not inclined to mind each others business unlessinvited to. However, as with most small, far-flung communities, thevillage lacked in services oft taken for granted in the cities andbig towns. Formally trained enyranphysicians for instance.Falan,like many of his rural peers, was a Half Blood who possessed little,if any, of the mind gifts native to True Blood healers and hadlearned his profession by apprenticeship to his predecessor. Thatmeant he was proficient in the basics of the medical arts butanything out of the ordinary was beyond his scope of knowledge andskill. A childing Deir below breeding age was definitely out of theordinary and Mithre had little confidence in Falans ability tocope should anything go wrong.Heerased the frown from his face when Lassen looked his way as hereentered the room. Half reclined on the small