“I cannot speak it, Orphia. Upon our parting, he made me swear an oath. That should I utter his name, even far below where the sun has never touched and he has never trod, he would hear it, and he would find me.” “To reunite with you in love, or to kill you?” Zenia was silent. “Once, he loved me. I was a secret that he kept, but our dalliance did not last, and our parting was not gentle.”
