Matokin, Weisel claimed, wanted the war to go on indefinitely, so as to keep his position as emperor secure. It was a heinous, treasonous accusation.

It was also something she had never reported to Matokin.

"My Lord?" Her voice had an odd purring quality to it, a kind of casual sensuality that went well with this body.

"What is it?"

"Could you tell me where I am?"

"You're in the city of Felk, in a room of the Palace we had prepared for you. A great deal of effort has been expended in this venture, but General Weisel was very insistent that you be recalled to the living. Still, there's no getting past the unsettling effects of what you've been through."

The general must have transported here via portal magic from the southern part of the Isthmus, where the Felk army was in the field.

"You will adjust to your new condition," Matokin continued. "Recovery will depend on how strong you are, physically and mentally. And how eager you are to resume your work."

"I am very eager, my Lord."

"Good. I want you back at Weisel's side. It may just be that he'll find your new shape a pleasing one. You may in fact become something more than his confidant. Are you prepared for that?"

"I am prepared to serve you any way I can, Lord Matokin."

"Good." Matokin smiled. "I wonder if the general is truly aware that we have the power to snuff out his life any time we choose." He shrugged. "Rest now, Raven." He turned and left the room.