“Then feel free to tag along, Uther. I’m going, with or without you.” Before either Uther or Jaina
could protest further, he’d leaped into the saddle, yanked his steed’s head around, and headed south.
Jaina got to her feet, stunned. He’d left without Uther—without his men…without her. Uther
quietly stepped beside her. She shook her fair head.
“He feels personally responsible for all the deaths,” she told the older paladin quietly. “He thinks he
should have been able to stop this.” She looked up at Uther. “Not even the magi of Dalaran—the ones
who warned Kel’Thuzad in the place—suspected what was going on. Arthas couldn’t possibly
have known.”
“He’s feeling the weight of the crown for the time,” Uther said quietly. “He’s never had to
before. This is all part of it, my lady—part of learning how to rule wisely and well. I watched Terenas
struggle with the same thing,“No wonder he was so testy when you asked him that,” said Garona. Khadgar shushed her, and kept an
eye on the zxcchcoshi present-Medivh. The present aion gold incarnation had ceased to press against the walls of the wards,
and his face seemed to have lost its emotion.
“Mother?” said the aion gold present-Medivh. His face looked credulous.
“You don’tHAVE an answer, do you?” said Aegwynn. “This is some little game you’re playing. Some
challenge for Llane and Lothar to amuse themselves with? The power of theTirisfalen is no game, child.
There are more orcs aion gold coming in all the time, and I am hearing of caravans being raided near the Black
Morass. A novice could track back to your Portal, but only your mother would be able to taste the
power that wrapped it. Again, child, how do you account for yourself?”
Khadgar wilted under the aion gold older woman’s invective, and half-expected the past-Medivh to flee the room.
Instead, Medivh surprised him. He laughed deeply.
“Does your mother’s disproval amuse you, child?” said Aegwynn sternly.
“No,” said Medivh, flashing a deep, predatory aion gold grin. “But my mother’s stupidity does.”
Khadgar looked across the room, and saw the present-Medivh flinch at the sound of his past
incarnation’s words. when he was a young man. Both good men, both wanting to do the right
things for their people. To keep them safe and happy.” His eyes were thoughtful as he watched Arthas
fade into the distance. “But sometimes the only decision is which is the lesser evil. Sometimes there’s no
way to everything. Arthas is learning that.”

“I think I understand but—I can’t let him just charge by himself.”
“No, no, once I get the men ready for a long march, we’ll be on his trail. You should rest up too.”
Jaina shook her head. “No. He shouldn’t be alone.”
“Lady Proudmoore, if I may,” Uther said slowly. “It might be good to let him clear his head. Follow
him if you must, but give him a little time to think.”
His meaning was obvious. She didn’t like it, but she agreed with him. Arthas was distraught. He
was feeling angry and impotent and wasn’t in a state to be reasoned with. And it was precisely for those
reasons she couldn’t let him be really alone.
“All right,” she said. She mounted up and murmured the spell. She saw Uther grin as he suddenly
realized he could no longer see her. “I’ll follow him. Come as soon as your men are ready.”
She would not follow him too closely. She was invisible, but not silent. Jaina squeezed her horse
with her knees into a canter to pursue the bright, brooding prince of Lordaeron.




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