Rylan frowned. There was no one left of his family. His parents and eldest brother were dead. His mother's people had long since died out; his father's only brother had been hanged by the Serenian Tribunal more than twenty years earlier. Was there family he had never known existed? "Are you one of my father's brothers?" Rylan asked, thinking maybe his parents had lied when he had asked if the Hesar men were as randy as the McGregors.

"Aye." Xander smiled. "My first name isn't Xander, though." He stood and faced the boy. "That was your grandmother's maiden name, remember?"

Rylan's frown deepened. He thought of his grandmother and wondered why his grandfather would have insulted her by giving his b.a.s.t.a.r.d son her name.

"I hope Paegan isn't as dense as you, son," Xander sighed.

Rylan glared at the Healer. "I'm not dense!"

"Then, think about who I could be! If your grandfather didn't sire any b.a.s.t.a.r.d sons, what would that make me if I were your father's brother?"

"My uncle, of course, but-"

"I'm Ciernan Hesar."

The young Viragonian Prince came slowly to his feet. "You can't be. Uncle Ciernan was killed before I was born. He was-"

"Hanged? Just like Conar McGregor was beaten to death?" The Healer nodded. "Ciernan Hesar washanged at Derry-Byrne and shipped, in his sealed coffin, out to sea. His coffin, just like Conar's, was transported here. I got in the Tribunal's way just like Conar did."

"Does Conar know who you are?" Rylan asked, his voice hushed.

"No, and I don't want him to. I thought he might one day look at me and guess, but..." Xander shook his head.

"Why don't you want him to know?" Rylan wanted to put his arms around the older man, but he was glued to where he stood.

"Why would I want to hurt him?" He put his hands on Rylan's shoulders. "Gerren McGregor was his father. If Conar should find out I am alive, that his mother's marriage to his father was illegal, he would be hurt, and I will cause him no more pain."

Rylan understood. Conar's mother, Moira, had been married long before she had met King Gerren of Serenia. She, like Elizabeth McGregor, believed her beloved husband dead, so both had remarried. Moira marrying a man who was a distant cousin of her first husband-Conar's maternal grandmother had been wed to Syn-Jorn Hesar-Rylan's uncle and the great-great grandson of the Outlaw, Syn-Jorn Sern. What irony that both Xander and Conar should wind up in the sandy bowels of the Labyrinth, both prisoners because of who they were.

"Moira was my heart, my joy in life," Xander said, looking at a sight he alone could see. "I could not care for her as I had intended, but Icould care for her son. Just having him near was to be with her once more." He turned to go.

"No!" Rylan pulled his uncle into his arms. "I've found you and I'll not let you get away so easily!" He couldn't wait to tell his brother that they had one more relative left on the earth.

Chapter 14.

He awakened in the big, down-filled bed. A cool rag lay on his forehead. He was naked beneath the cool sheets that lightly covered his legs and hips. His first sight as he awoke was that of Sentian Heil sitting next to him on the bed, exchanging one wet cloth for another. He closed his eyes and reopened them only to see Sentian still sitting there.

"Not exactly your idea of what paradise should be, am I?" Sentian joked, smiling warmly.

His throat was raw, strained from screaming. He turned his face from Sentian and was surprised to see Chase leaning against the doorjamb.

"He knows G.o.ds-be-d.a.m.ned well he ain't in paradise if I'm here." Chase chuckled.

"Leave him be!" Jah-Ma-El bustled into the room with a tray of food.

Conar glanced at the ceiling, whitewashed and gleaming. He looked at Jah-Ma-El as the man placed the tray on a table at the foot of the bed.

"I've got stewed tomatoes, sliced tomatoes, tomatoes stuffed with ground spices of some sort. There are pickled green beans, creamed corn, fried potatoes, and boiled carrots. I also brought pickled dills, green tomatoes in brine and celery stuffed a..." He dragged his finger across the celery stalk, "particularly delicious cheese. What do you want first?"

"Appolyon sure as h.e.l.l ate better!" Chase snapped as he peered at the array of bowls. He reached for a dill pickle.

Jah-Ma-El swatted away his hand. "You've eaten already!"

"Stew! It was good, but it wasn't like this!"

Conar watched them arguing, then glanced at Sentian and croaked a question. "Where...?"

"In Appolyon's quarters. We have control of the colony. That ship Saur's been waiting for is here." He plucked the cloth off Conar's brow and dipped it in a basin. "You've been out for nearly three hours.

"Three hours?" How long, he wondered, had he been in the wine cellar.

"Get up, Heil," Jah-Ma-El demanded, "so I can give my brother something to drink! Can't you hear how dry his voice is?" He sat on the bed with a cup of wine.

Sentian moved hastily from the bed. "Why the h.e.l.l don't you take a bath,?"

Conar wondered the same thing as Jah-Ma-El lifted his head so he could sip. The odor was especially ripe, musty and overpowering, and it nearly took Conar's breath way.

"Before we allow him on the d.a.m.ned ship, he'll bathe," Montyne vowed.

"I don't believe in bathing," Jah-Ma-El snapped as Conar began to drink the wine.

"Then we'll scrub you raw ourselves!" Chase told him.

The wine was cold and wet and wonderful. Conar drained the cup, licking his lips. He had a slight headache, but other than that, he felt fairly well except for the raw throat.

"How's the brat?" Roget called as he strolled into the room, his hands in the pockets of a new pair of denim breeches he had obviously confiscated from the storeroom.

"The brat's fine," Jah-Ma-El answered, glaring. "He hasn't eaten anything, but he took some wine." A shadow pa.s.sed over his face. "Wine that almost cost him his life."

"I'm all right, Jah-Ma-El," Conar whispered, straining his voice.

Roget grinned. "You've cheated death still one more time, eh, brat?"

"Aye..."

The men looked at one another, for the voice had been filled with disappointment.

"Ah, Conar! You're like a were-tiger. You've got nine lives!" Chase popped another tomato into his mouth. "You got a few lives left!"

Conar turned his head.

"Sentian," Roget said, "will you find Brelan? Chase, keep every one out of the room. Conar needs to rest." He turned to Jah-Ma-El. "Take a bath or I'll make sure you're keelhauled as soon as we put out to sea!"

Jah-Ma-El looked at Conar. "Will you be all right?"

Conar nodded, but stared at the far wall, his face shadowed and bleak.

Jah-Ma-El thrust out his bottom lip in a pout. "I'll bathe, but I won't like it!" He stomped through the door and snarled over his shoulder: "Get him to eat, du Mer!"

As soon as the door closed, Roget sat on the bed. "Areyou hungry?"

Conar shook his head.

"It's been a long time, but we're finally going home!" Roget sighed, patting Conar's hand.

"Is Holm really here?" "Brelan will explain it all, but aye, Holm's here and we're leaving for Chyrstallus as soon as Brelan gives the word. I'll stay with you until he gets here." "I don't need to be watched, Roget." "Who says I'm watching you?" Conar felt so strange, so numb, and his head was throbbing even more. He heard laughter outside, genuine, something he never heard except from taunting mouths in the Labyrinth.

"Are you feeling okay?" Roget asked, his brows drawn together with worry.

The door opened; Brelan stepped in. Conar saw his brother's grin and knew they were, indeed, going to leave this

horrible place. "We're getting some things packed to take with us and we'll be setting out in about..." "Can I speak to you, Brelan?" Roget asked. He stood and didn't give Saur a chance to protest before he propelled him through the door, closing the portal behind him with a gentle snap.

* * * "What in the h.e.l.l's the matter with you?" Brelan snapped. "I was about to tell him-" "You'd better speak to him first," Roget warned. "Don't just drop everything on him at once. He's been through so much in the last four years, he needs time to adjust. I asked him how he felt about going home and he wouldn't answer. I don't think he even knows. Help him get used to the idea that he's back among the living." "I haven't let anyone tell the crew or our brothers that he's here. I wanted to surprise him and them." "Be careful how you go about it with him. He's used to us being around; he hasn't seen them in more than six years." Roget sighed. "Or they, him."

"I thought he'd be happy to see them," Brelan said, worry showing on his handsome face. "He probably will be, but tell him gently. He's not the same man they knew. Physically and emotionally changed. Ifthey see him like he is and let their feelings show..." Roget shrugged. "It might do more damage than can be healed."

"He hasn't seen a mirror in the entire time he's been here," Jah-Ma-El said from his place in the shadows. "Didn't I tell you to take a bath?" Roget snarled, startled by the interruption. "I will!" Jah-Ma-El came out of the shadows and looked at Brelan. "Tell Roget to go about his business; I need to speak with you."

Du Mer glared at Jah-Ma-El as he pa.s.sed.

"Don't let him see a mirror just yet, Brelan," Jah-Ma-El said. "I took all the ones I could find out of Appolyon's room.

Prepare him, but also let him know that it won't matter." Brelan smiled. "Not to us, anyway." "Not to the one that will matter to him, either." The smile left Brelan's face. "I've been dreading speaking about her to him. Every time I've tried, he's cut me off." "He has to be told. If you let him find out from a stranger, he'll be hurt worse."

* * * Conar looked up as Brelan reentered the room. His brother's face still bore a smile, but there were now shadows lurking there. "Has something happened?" he asked, clearing his throat. "No," Brelan a.s.sured him as he brought a chair to the bed. He plopped down and stretched his legs. "Everything's gone better than planned."

"No one was hurt?"

"Maybe one or two guards who took exception to being locked up in the wine cellar." He turned his head as laughter and shouts of joy rang out in the courtyard. "That's a sound I like!" When he looked back at Conar. "Have you had your sign? Shalu said you were looking for a sign to tell you the G.o.ds wanted you back among the living. You said if someone could breathe life back into you, you'd lead us." A wicked gleam came into the dark brown eyes. "I breathed life into you,and, I might add, brought you back from the dead. What other sign do you need?"

Conar looked away.

"You know," Brelan began, sitting forward as he placed his hands over Conar's. "Sometimes you have to lose your life

before you begin to live it."

Conar's fingers twitched beneath Brelan's palm.

"All right." Brelan sat back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "You want to talk about her now?"

Conar closed his ears to the sounds of happiness outside the window. "I can't even remember what she looks like,

Brelan," he whispered, shame running rampant through his voice.

Brelan nodded. "It's been a long time and you've been through a lot. No one can fault you for not being able to see her in your memory."

"But she was my wife! Mylife! And I can't even remember her face. What right do I have to return to her when I can't even remember the way she looks?"

How could Brelan tell Conar there was no longer a place in Elizabeth's life for him, that she now belonged to someone else? How would Conar take the news that thesomeone else was their brother, Legion? Conar knew Legion was alive and well, but he didn't know he was King of Serenia. He thought Galen was still King. Brelan wasn't sure if Conar knew Elizabeth had married Galen.

And there were other things-Conar didn't know he had a son by Elizabeth. Nor that she had a son by Galen and, if the child she was carrying at the time of Brelan's departure had survived, a child by Legion. Brelan's heart sank as he realized Conar also didn't know about the daughter she had borne him.

But worst, Conar didn't know about Elizabeth's love for Legion. How do you tell a man who has gone through the fires of h.e.l.l that there are even more painful flames awaiting him?

Brelan wished he hadn't brought up the subject. From the look on his brother's face, Conar wished the same thing.

Taking a deep breath, Brelan spoke softly. "You have to remember she doesn't know you're alive. None of us did.

There will be a lot of adjustments to be made by all."

Conar flinched. "Do I have the right to walk back into her life after all these years?"

"It's not as if you ran away. You have every right to claim what is rightfully yours."

"Rightfully mine," he whispered. "They annulled our marriage. They took her away from me. Did they give her to Galen?"

"Galen is dead," Brelan answered gently.

"Murdered?"

"Stabbed to death in the grotto."

Conar nodded, seeing the place as clearly as though he was there. "Kaileel?"

"We believe so."