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Porillon that she had three in which could also use the medallion. If Porillon sought retribution for her fallen master then what did Grace want?
    Dammit, Jovian, it was only a vision, he yelled in his mind, and he felt Angelica stiffen on the log beside him. Stop acting so damned strange; you’ve had visions before.
    Yes, we’ve had visions before, and you died. Angelica’s voice intruded on his thoughts. For a moment he was startled. How could Angelica hear what he was thinking? Then he remembered their unity in the ether, and he thought, at first panicked, that something was wrong. He didn’t feel wrong, and neither could he feel Angelica in the way he had before. He felt like just Jovian, only with a stronger link to Angelica.
    As far as I can tell it’s just a stronger bond. His sister’s answering thought came to him. However, if it lasts, I’m sure we will learn more about it on the way.
    How can you be so calm about this? Jovian asked. How can you rationalize this?
    I’m not calm, not at all. I don’t like this, Jove, but you must not be able to feel that over your own anxiety. You must admit, however, that it will come in damned useful. At that point he opened his eyes and looked into Angelica’s smiling face. Though grief clung to her eyes, she was not as worried. We can’t change what we saw.
    Nor should we tell anyone else, should we? he asked uncertain.
    I suspect if they were meant to know they would have been shown as well. No, they shouldn’t know about any of it, most of all our new bond.
    If it lasts, Jovian said .
    If it lasts, she agreed . Now stop looking at me before Grace suspects something.

    Joya vowed she would never tell any of them what she had seen in the fire. Thinking about the shapes that had plagued her mind made her stomach churn, made her nauseous. She wrapped her arms around her stomach as another cramp stole through her body, and she hoped that her cycle was not coming along with the horrible feeling that accompanied the vision.
    She had barely noticed the change in Angelica and Jovian, and even seeing them now, looking at each other as if they could read something deeper than any of them could see, Joya barely noticed the flash of amber that bled through their eyes. She might have thought this change odd; certainly Grace did with the rapturous way she watched them, but Joya’s mind was riveted on the horror she had seen in the fire.
    Something she would never tell them. Something dire and about Amber. No, she would never tell any of them….
    But it doesn’t have to be so, a deep voice spoke into her mind. All you have to do is take my hand, and I will show you the way to stop this from happening.
    The words the voice of wisdom promised were wonderful, like a salvation she was not sure she could ever feel again. She almost accepted then, but something held Joya back from taking his offer.
    Even still the pain in her stomach was answered, and rivaled, only by the shiver up her spine, causing tremors through the lemniscate at the base of her neck. Joya yearned for the wyrd of the voice of wisdom …
     

 
    “W ere you given the vision?” Lockelayter asked Maeven, who nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on a spot far distant than the clearing.
    “Yes,” he grunted.
    It was Jovian’s turn to answer the question next. “Were you given the vision?” Lockelayter asked, coming to stand before him.
    The vision; the burning flesh; the horrendous screams; the hopeless look; the helpless feeling; Jovian fought down the sickness that bubbled up in his throat like acid. He nodded his head once, squeezing out a constricted, “Yes.”
    “Were you given the vision?” Lockelayter asked Angelica as he had asked those before her.
    Yes,” she answered.
    Finally Lockelayter turned to Joya and asked her, “Were you given the vision?”
    “Yes.”
    Lockelayter returned to the far side of the fire and stared at them from across the flames. At once he looked like a vision from the