Shekalane attempted to translate the words in her head as she studied the maps, managed ‘games/gambling,’ ‘war/bloodlust,’ ‘the Land Unknown ...’
Jamais continued: “She has revealed herself to me, Ursathrax, I mean, one lovely and terrifying layer at a time, but still the layers come, each one greater and more seductive than the last. She is as a fabled statesman of another time and place once said, ‘a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.’ And yet, thanks to this key, I have begun to unlock her secrets. The existence of the Cyclopean Porta is one of those secrets. The existence of the Imperium Locus is another.”
Dravidian c****d his head. “Imperium Locus. Control room?”
“Yes ... at the end of Ursathrax, before the last porta. It is there, some say, that the great doors betwee
