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birth toConrig's eldest son - who by law would take precedence over the king's heirs by his second marriage - but she also knew that her former husband possessed weak magical talent. If she revealed his secret and convinced the Lords Judicial of Cathra that she spoke the truth, Conrig would lose his throne. Even if she were not believed, her mere accusation might fatally undermine the already wavering loyalty of the vassal states of Tarn and Didion and plunge the island into chaos.
    Ironcrown was adamant that I should do whatever was necessary to guarantee Maudrayne's silence, as well as eliminate the dynastic menace posed by her young son Dyfrig. I balked at the obvious solution - assassination - and conceived a plan that I hoped might save the lives of the princess and her little boy while still satisfying the king.
    As I undertook the difficult task of finding the pair, I discovered that the stability of Conrig's reign had a more overreaching importance: High Blenholme Island was about to be invaded by a horde of Salka monsters. Incited by the young sorcerer Beynor ash Linndal, deposed ruler of Moss and brother to his successor Conjure-Queen Ullanoth, the enormous amphibians intended to take back the island from which most of them had been expelled over a thousand years earlier by Emperor Bazekoy.
    Both Beynor and the Salka planned to use moonstone sigils, instruments of sorcery empowered by the supernatural Beaconfolk, to bring about the reconquest. The auroral Beacons, who were also called the Great Lights, comprised two opposing factions that were embroiled in a mysterious New Conflict of their own. I had been drawn into it against my will - as had numbers of other humans who are also part of this Boreal Moon Tale - but by the end of the mission involving Princess Maudrayne and her son, I mistakenly believed I had escaped the Lights' thrall.
    The mission itself was both a success and a failure. With the help of loyal companions - and my reluctant employment of two moonstone sigils, which the 'good' Light called the Source had compelled me to accept - I rescued Maudrayne and her child Dyfrig from a strange captivity. I was able to convince the princess to recant her spiteful revelation of Conrig's secret to the Sealords of Tarn. In turn, the High King agreed that young Dyfrig might be placed third in the Cathran royal succession, behind his twin sons Orrion and Corodon, born of his marriage to Risalla of Didion. The boy was to become the adopted son of Earl Marshal Parlian Beorbrook, a Cathran peer of uncompromising honesty. To assure the child's loyalty to the Sovereign, Dyfrig would never see or communicate with his mother again.
    Unknown to me, Ironcrown was too cynical to trust his former wife's promise not to publicly reaffirm his secret talent. After having agreed that Maudrayne would be allowed to live in quiet exile with her Tarnian relatives, he arranged for her murder by poison, which was passed off as suicide. I was so disillusioned by the king's perfidy that I left his service without permission. I fled to a remote region of western Tarn, accompanied by a young woman named Induna of Barking Sands, an apprentice shaman-healer who had earlier saved my life and also assisted in the rescue of Maudrayne and her son. For a few months I lived with Induna and her mother in a tiny village near Northkeep.
    In the best of romantic endings I should have married Induna and made a new life for myself, secure from the Sovereignty's tumult and intrigues as well as from the more subtle machinations of the Beaconfolk. The reality was messier.
    Shortly after my abrupt resignation from the intelligencer post, I sent a message to Conrig via his elder brother Vra-Stergos, Cathra's Royal Alchymist, who had been friendlytoward me during my years of service to the king. In it I apologized for my affront to the regal dignity (but gave no reason for my dereliction of duty), swore that I intended to continue guarding Conrig's secret with