Back at Mianamon the oracle had assured him that he would have a role to play before this war was over. She had told him he would know when the time came. Well, the time had come, and he had let the opportunity pass him by. Maldor had claimed Rachel, and there was nothing he could do to change it, except perhaps to surrender his life in a hopeless attack.

Tark scowled. Would a hopeless assault against Felrook be a penitent act of courage or a wasteful display of self-pity? He would not be attacking. Not really. He would be abandoning his duty yet again. His duty to Galloran. Maldor’s armies were coming. Jason had not only charged Tark to protect Rachel—he had also directed him to serve the king. Rachel had charged him with the same mission. If he had no hope of rescuing Rachel, he would be a better servant if he stayed and died beside Galloran.

A knock at his door startled Tark from his brooding. Who would be calling at this hour of the night? He heard no commotion outside the keep, no evidence of a sneak attack. Curious, Tark went to the door and opened it.

Ferrin stood there, looking dazed. “I thought you might be awake.”

“What is it?” Tark wondered.

Ferrin gave half a smile and tapped the spot on the side of his head where his ear was missing. “I have news. I was on my way to Galloran, but I thought you might want to hear as well.”

“News of Lord Jason?”

“He did it,” Ferrin said simply. “He learned the prophecy. I had myself convinced that there was no way some words could repair this debacle, but Galloran was right. The information is everything that we were promised. It could enable us to destroy Felrook.”

“What did Lord Jason learn?” Tark exclaimed.

Ferrin shook his head. “Galloran has earned the right to know first. But you deserve to be there.”

Tark’s mind whirled as he followed Ferrin toward Galloran’s quarters. What could the information be? It must refer to a secret way into Felrook. If they could sneak their forces into the castle discreetly, the battle might be quick and decisive. They might rescue Rachel! When Maldor’s armies arrived, they would find their leader dead or captured, with Galloran safely behind unassailable walls. Jason had learned of a secret entrance. What else could it be? What else would leave Ferrin proclaiming a possible victory?

Two seedmen, two drinlings, and two men of Trensicourt guarded the doors to Galloran’s quarters.

“I have urgent tidings for the king,” Ferrin said with certainty.

The lead guard turned and knocked. Lodan answered, having replaced Io as Galloran’s assistant and bodyguard.

“Rouse the king,” Ferrin said. “We bear urgent tidings.”

“The king has not yet slept,” Lodan said. “He seems to have lost the knack. But he excels at pacing and at consulting maps. Come inside.”

“Not for a moment,” Ferrin replied. “Have the king put on his blindfold. My presence at this hour could provide hints.”

“As you will.” Lodan stepped away. A moment later he returned. “All right.”

Tark followed Ferrin through the open door. Lodan closed it, then followed Tark. Galloran faced them from across the room, still fully clothed, standing beside a table buried in maps. He had his blindfold in place.

“You are toying with my hopes,” Galloran said.

“Not toying,” Ferrin replied. “He did it. Jason told me the prophecy.”

“Will it help us?”

“It is a precious secret. We should limit those who hear it. If the secret becomes known, Maldor could counter us.”

“Yet you brought it to me,” Galloran said. “Thank you for your integrity. Who is with you? I heard another enter. Tark?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Tark said. “I could wait outside.”

“Nonsense. But not a word leaves this room. For now we keep it between the four of us. Let me be the judge of who else should know.”

“Two messages,” Ferrin said. “One is for you. It is the key to fixing all of this. Apparently, the other message could help Rachel. The message for you is that Felrook is built atop Mount Allowat.”

Galloran froze. Then he raised a hand to his lips, covering an irresistible smile. “The mountain where orantium was mined anciently.”

Ferrin nodded. “The mining was abandoned because they encountered a vein too large to extract. They sealed off the mine and kept the location a secret.”

“And millennia later,” Galloran murmured, “Maldor unwittingly built his fortress on top of it. Esmira saw true. Indeed, our hope is white, like a flash of orantium.”

“They must have sealed the mine with the lake,” Ferrin said. “Who knows what other precautions they took. Accessing the vein could be difficult.”

“We have tomorrow and the next day,” Galloran said. “The day after that, Maldor’s armies arrive. If we time this right . . .”

“. . . the war could end with a single blow,” Ferrin finished. “I should get to Lake Fellion at once. I can leave my nose above the water and search for the entrance to the lost mine.”

“Agreed,” Galloran said. “What of the message for Rachel?”

“Evidently, she learned what she needs to know from Orruck,” Ferrin said. “He taught her some words that could prove useful, a command he had developed to overthrow Zokar.”

“Orruck only taught her two commands,” Galloran said. “If Darian thinks they might be useful, we need to get her a message.”

“Telepathy?” Ferrin asked.

Galloran rubbed his chin. “She is inside the castle. If I were out on the water, I might be close enough to reach her. She needs to know that she must flee Felrook.”

“You can’t tell her how we mean to destroy the fortress,” Ferrin said.

“No,” Galloran agreed. “If Maldor somehow extracted that information from her, he might thwart us. We can warn her to escape, and give her a time frame. And we must tell her that the commands she learned from Orruck should prove useful. The rest will be up to her.”

“I should get to the lake,” Ferrin said.

“Right away,” Galloran agreed. “Bring seaweed. The glow will be visible, but you will need the light. Send out several boats, all with seaweed. It should confuse them. They will probably fire upon you.”

“I’m not terribly worried about that,” Ferrin said. “I should go.”

Tark grabbed Ferrin’s arm. “I can help. I was a diver. And a miner.”