Horrified, Deva saw herself in a cage of white fire, the faces of the priests huge around her, their eyes like black sockets in their heads.
‘Isar!’ she screamed and then, with all the passion in her body, the Dread Name she was never meant to know.
With the speaking of it pain went through her like a sword and she fell into darkness like a pebble into a bottomless pit.
‘Deva!’ screamed Kyra, priest no more, but mother rushing to her child.
‘Deva!’ gasped Khu-ren.
The priests outside the ring opened their eyes and stared astonished at the scene before them.
They had heard and seen nothing, but had felt the sudden shattering of the vibrations that had held them locked into trance.
Now they saw the two Lords of the Sun stooping over a third figure, lifting it to the moonlight. For a m
