She told them everything.
She sat in the Vane library with Aldric and Thessaly and Orin and she told them what Caelum had told her, and she watched the room absorb it in the specific ways of these particular people — Thessaly with the contained devastation of someone who has been asking a question for nine years and has just received the answer and finds it both worse and more comprehensible than she feared; Aldric with the controlled stillness she'd come to recognize as his version of processing something enormous; Orin with the expression she wore when information was rearranging itself into a new shape in her head.
"Drevus used a child," Orin said.
"Yes," Mara said.
"His own daughter," Orin said. "Four years old."
"Yes."
"There are lines," Orin said, quietly and with considerable
