In one way he was pleased that Blade would have Shona with him to keep him sensible. On the other hand, he was afraid that Shona was so upset at losing her career that she was thinking of getting herself killed somewhere along the way. But he had no time to argue. Tomorrow, unless Finn was badly behind schedule, the first Pilgrim Party would be arriving at the Citadel to kill the Dark Lord, and Derkholm was still not a Citadel. So he simply implored Shona to be careful and watched Blade take hold of Shona’s arm. Shona was clutching a bag, her violin, her harp, and her flute. Blade only had his bundle of robes and the folder. “Black book?” said Derk. “In my pocket,” said Blade. “Don’t fuss, Dad.” The two of them disappeared with the strong inrushing of wind that always went with a translocation. “Kit, you’ll have to fly the Hunt tonight with Don and Callette,” Derk said to Kit. “I have to get to Derkholm.” “But I’ve called a conference!” Kit protested. “Then make it brief,”
