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Since leaving Milliways the first time Diana has been traveling steadily east.

By plane. Then by train.

It has been a very interesting experience, and in certain cases very -- enlightening.

And yet she is still not at all disappointed to open the door to a local cafe and find Milliways waiting on the other side.

The chairs here, for example, are much more comfortable. And the fireplace contains fish.

It's a different sort of interesting, and one that is arguably more familiar than not. Such is the life of an Amazon and member of the Justice League.

Even one currently wearing slacks and a solid-colored blouse rather than her more iconic uniform.

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"Most of the time, yes, she's needed elsewhere."

Diana frowns slightly.

"But you said she's Bound, unless time passes differently for the both of you? I'd heard that was possible here."

"We haven't talked that much while we've both been here. We're not very good at it and well we're in about the same time from home, I think."

"No one gets better at anything save by practicing. Not even talking."

He knows that but if they talk then he'll have to talk about being Abhorsen and he doesn't even know how to start,

"Yeah."

"You have time to think about it, at least. While you're here."

Speaking of --

"How long will it be until you've healed?"

"The poison's gone and my wrist is healed, I'm just rather tired. It was a strong spell that she used on me."

"Who is this she, an enemy from your world?"

If Diana may be so bold to ask.

"No, she's a necromancer I met here. She wears a long veil and a red dress and carries Death about her like a perfume."

"A necromancer?"

That is almost never good news.

"Does she practice her arts here?"

"She killed an apple tree that belonged to a girl named Mary and harmed someone else enough that they wrote horribly, malicious poetry."

It might not sound like a lot but after all this is a Fae's poetry.

"That hardly sounds like necromancy as I know it. But you do not know the name of the one she harmed? Or her own name?"

Oftentimes, names have power.

"Her name is Blodwen Rowlands and in the Old Kingdom, at its heart, Necromancy is to try to control and master Death."

"To gain immortality for the necromancer? Or as a means to gain temporal power in the Kingdom?"

"Usually both, they never want just one."

"That's hardly a trait limited to necromancers."

Unfortunately for everyone.

"No, but they tend to be behind things in the Old Kingdom."

"Persistent troublemakers, then? Are they Charter mages, as well?"

"Yes and no, they twist the Charter for their own uses."

He shivers for a moment as the clear memory of that cold river and the persistence of the necromancer surprise him.

"And you've run into their kind before -- at home as well as here? I am sorry, Sameth."

It cannot be less than difficult.

"One attacked me after I'd played cricket in Ancelstierre. The whole team and our teacher, the Perimeter Guard was able to help but I tried to face the necromancer in Death."

"Were you overmatched?"

It seems the most likely possibility, given his phrasing and the goading he received from Mogget.

"Yes, terribly."

The shivering hasn't stopped and Sameth moves closer to the fire, he hates the cold of Death and its always on the edges here.

Diana's eyes narrow.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

He does not look well.

"Just cold. Death is quite cold."