The thinning took hours.Or perhaps it took no time at all. In the void between worlds, time had no reliable shape. Diamond sat on ground that was not ground, back straight, sword across his knees, and watched the ancient entity dissolve not into nothing, but into something he had no word for. A grey that was lighter than the void. A texture that was neither shadow nor light.Silence, perhaps. The original kind.Nyx sat beside him. Close enough that their shoulders touched. She had not sheathed her daggers, but they rested across her legs now rather than in her hands a compromise between readiness and rest that was very characteristic of her.Aurel paced. He was the only one who seemed unable to be still. Diamond had never seen the old man pace before and found it oddly reassuring evidence that Aurel was not, in fact, made of stone."The binding will need to be physical," Aurel said, on perhaps his fortieth circuit. "A place in the real world. Something anchored.""The Blackwood est

The road back was not the same road they had left on.It rarely was.Diamond had walked away from Redwall a dozen times across his life as a boy chasing his father's shadow, as a young soldier following orders that made him feel ten feet tall, as a hunted man with nothing but his sword and his stubbornness. Each time, the road had felt like an ending.This time it felt like the first step of something he had no name for yet.They did not take the direct route. The battlefield sat between them and the estate, and crossing it would have meant passing through the exact geography of loss, his father's death, the broken sky, the place where the cycle had shattered. Diamond was not afraid of that ground. But he was not ready to walk it alone, and the people around him needed time before they had to face it too.So they came around.Through the eastern valleys, through the villages that had watched armies pass and were now beginning to understand that the passing was finished.Word traveled

The man's name was Caron Veth.Diamond found him on the third day not through investigation, but because Veth came to him. He arrived at the estate's front gate in the late afternoon with two men behind him and the particular confidence of someone who has decided that the best defense is the appearance of having nothing to fear.He was sixty, perhaps. Well-fed. Dressed like a merchant but carrying himself like a man accustomed to being listened to."I heard the Blackwood heir had come home," Veth said, when Diamond met him in the courtyard. He looked at the construction, the repaired wall, the cleared debris, the new rope on the well with an expression that was carefully neutral. "Industrious.""What do you want, Veth?" Diamond said.A pause. "You know my name.""I know your column in the ledger."Veth's two men shifted. Not dramatically. But Diamond noticed, and Nyx, standing to his left with her arms crossed, noticed too."Those arrangements," Veth said carefully, "were made with