GREDEL WALKED WITH A HAND on Phroma's neck, mind far away while he imagined the estate and what Citaan and Rirae might be doing. His daughter's tiny face and the delighted smile she made when he bent over the carved wooden cradle beside their bed, brought a smile to his face. The crazy curled mop of turquoise hair, the same shade as Citaan's and those beautiful big gold eyes creasing with laughter when he teased her, pretending to bite a tiny slipper covered foot.

A loud shout ...