Bertrice Small - The Twilight Lord

Mila took each twin, placing them carefully in the willow basket, and hurried out in the company of the midwife. They were followed by the two grandmothers and the three children. Lara could not refrain from a giggle as she heard her mother-in-law say, “I don’t understand why you should have been in the birthing chamber, madam.”

“Do not be silly,” Ilona replied tartly. “I am Lara’s mother. Where else would I be but at my beloved daughter’s side in her labors, Persis? Were you not with your daughters when they birthed your grandchildren?”

The door closed behind them before Lara could hear Persis’s pithy answer.

Magnus Hauk smiled, as amused by the two older women as his wife was. “They will always squabble for precedence,” he said. Then he bent and kissed Lara’s lips. “You looked tired, my love, as you well should be. But before I leave you to your rest I wanted you to know how delighted I am with your surprise. Taj will not be so babied growing up now that he has a sister by his side. You were clever to consider it.”

“I did not realize she would look quite so different,” Lara answered him.

He shook his head at her words. “She will indeed be a great beauty one day,” he noted. “And she is not really all that different from Anoush. Three beautiful daughters.” He smiled at her. “I am a happy man, my love.”

Anoush’s father was dark-haired, Lara wanted to say, but she did not. This baby was nothing like Anoush, whose dark brown hair was lit with red and gold highlights. Marzina had hair that was blue-black. And skin that was too pale by far. She was clearly not a mortal child, while the boy that had shared Lara’s womb with her did possess mortal blood. Still, thanks to her mother’s words, no one thought it odd that this infant was so very different. And Magnus had easily accepted her and given Marzina her name.

“I am glad you are happy, my lord,” Lara told her husband. Then she yawned and he jumped from the bed where he had been seated at her side.

“I have been thoughtless,” he said, then he bent and kissed her again. “You need your rest, my love.” With a loving smile at her he left the room.

Lara lay in the great bed looking out at the beautiful day. The sky was a clear, bright blue. The sun beamed down and it was obvious that spring was nearer today than it had been the day before. She needed to sleep but she could not. Not until she had some answers to the myriad questions troubling her.

And then Kaliq stepped from the far shadows of the chamber and walked across the floor to sit by her side. “You will want to know what has happened, of course,” he said to her and he took her hand in his.

“The female is not Magnus’s child,” Lara spoke. It was a statement, not a query.

“Nay, she is not.”

“How could this have happened?” Lara demanded of him. “And why?”

“The why I do not know,” he said. “The how I can but surmise.”

“Tell me,” Lara replied.

“Do you remember when you met Kol upon the Dream Plain and he forced you? You wanted to know how such a thing could have happened when the Dream Plain is a neutral place. Do you recall what I told you then?”

“You said he had taken the power of an incubus to be able to do what he did to me,” Lara said.

“Precisely,” Kaliq said. “And when he assaulted you he left his seed within you. It waited until you were fertile with the Dominus’s son to reveal itself and grow along with the boy into the daughter you birthed this day, for Kol could not create another son.”

“You are telling me that Marzina is Kol’s offspring?” Lara’s voice was shaking.

The Shadow Prince nodded silently.

“And is this, too, a part of my vaunted destiny, Kaliq?” she asked him bitterly.

“Nay,” he said, wanting to reach out and enfold her in his arms. Wanting to comfort her, but knowing that if he did she would shatter. The past few years would have destroyed a mere mortal and they were now close to destroying Lara. He had to force her to be strong in the face of this news.

“Then this is Kol’s revenge upon me,” Lara said softly. “I sent his kingdom into chaos by giving him twin sons. I would not mother those children. So he has forced another of his children upon me to be born with my husband’s son so I will have no other choice but to mother it.” Silent tears began to slip down her face.

“No one will ever know,” Kaliq said quietly.

“I will know,” Lara told him bleakly. “How can I love this child, my dear lord and friend? How? Yet I will have to pretend so as not to raise questions over what would surely be considered my odd behavior in rejecting one child while adoring the other.”

“Listen to me, Lara,” the Shadow Prince said sternly to her. “Marzina is innocent of her creation. And thanks to Ilona there will never be any questions about her strange beauty. Everyone believes, will believe, that she is Magnus’s daughter. The twin sister of the heir to Terah. Part of her is your creation and you will raise her as you have raised your other children. With love and with caring. With tradition and with manners. With a strong morality and the knowledge that in the end the light always outweighs the darkness. Kol has sought to revenge himself on you. You can turn the tables upon him by raising Marzina to be so filled with light that she will blind him should he ever come near her. And you are the only one who can do this, my love.”

“Can I?” Lara wondered in bleak tones.

“Yes,” the Shadow Prince said. “You can. You have always trusted me, Lara. Trust me now. You will not be harmed by loving this unexpected daughter of yours. And she is yours. Not Kol’s. Yours! I promise you as much as I can that he will never again harm you or anyone whom you love. I see now by simply confining him to his castle I gave him far too much freedom. I will correct that error in judgment. And the Keepers of the Dream Plain will forbid him entry from now on. With this evidence of his abuse, I have convinced them to do so.”

“What do you intend to do?” Lara asked.

“I will place him in the deepest, darkest part of Kolbyr. No one will know where he is, not even his faithful Alfrigg. He will be blinded and chained, without food or drink, for the next thousand years. No one will hear his cries for his vocal cords will be frozen so he will not be able to make any sounds at all. As for his offspring, Kolbein and Kolgrim, I will put it in Alfrigg’s mind once the Twilight Lord has disappeared that in order to protect Kol’s sons he must hide them in separate places until they are grown. At that point the factions shall once again rear up behind them and it will be a fight to the death to determine the next Twilight Lord. Unfortunately, even I have not the power to erase the darkness forever, my love.”

“Who does?” Lara asked him.

He laughed almost ruefully. “That task belongs to the mortal race,” he told her.

“The Celestial Actuary has a sense of humor then,” Lara replied. Knowing that Kol would no longer be able to reach out to her, she was beginning to feel a little bit better about her situation. Kaliq was right. It wasn’t her newborn daughter’s fault how she had been created. Kol wasn’t Marzina’s father. Magnus was. And she was Marzina’s mother and she would love her child as she had not loved Kol’s sons. “Will Kol be able to dream?” she asked the Shadow Prince.

“Nay. Each day and each night will be an eternal monotony for him though he will not know one from the other.”

“Let him dream of me now and again,” Lara said. “And let the dreams be painful beyond measure for him. Let his two rods burn with a fire that cannot be quenched. Let the pain continue until he can get me out of his mind, my lord prince. I need to know that I have had my revenge on the Twilight Lord not for the destiny that was foretold for me, but for his assault upon me on the Dream Plain.”