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I had told Marija that, at midday on the 1st of October, I would be in the observation gallery at the top of the Beacon. I really had no idea if she’d come. But she did, at five past twelve, looking harassed and flustered and ready for a fight.

‘I’m getting really fed up with you, George Simling,’ she said, without even pausing to say hello, ‘I just hope you’re going to tell me what the hell you’ve been up to all this time, and why you’re so damned secretive, and why you keep running away.’

I smiled. Below us the towers of Illyria stood clear and bright in the autumn sunshine, and the distant mountains of the Outlands stretched away on every side, north and south and east, until they gradually disappeared into the haze.