“Was it in the form of a silver disk?” Nachecko asked.
It was, with an image of Margrippe on one side and the young woman on the other.
Baldemar was looking thoughtful. “What are you thinking?” Oldo asked.
Baldemar asked the necromancer, “How long ago did all this happen?”
Time meant nothing to the ba, but the remnant knew that it had lived during the Twenty-Second Aeon.
Oldo was consulting his own memory. “Ambit was a city at the centre of what is now the wasteland of Barran. A cabal of thaumaturges, led by one called Majestrum, destroyed it at the end of the Twenty-Second Aeon.”
“Thousands of years ago,” Baldemar said.
“Thousands and thousands,” said Oldo.
“Well, then. We may not have a problem after all.”
They paid the ghost-wrangler his fee. Oldo said, “I don’t suppose you’d t
