Daveen began to play the same haunting melody he had played before. Kesley, lying on the floor, waited uncertainly for the moment when—
"Three," Daveen said.
One crushing fact rolled down on Kesley like a shock wave. One fact.
He waited while its implications shuddered through him like subharmonics from Daveen's music-maker. His dazed mind evaluated the new datum.
"Of course," he said finally, standing up. "Why else would you have gone to Iowa Province looking for me? Why else would you be so interested in my whereabouts?"
"You see now?" van Alen asked.
"I see part of it. I see that yours is the line of Immortals that breeds true, since I'm your son."
"I thought you would have guessed that when Daveen rolled back the very first layer of fog," van Alen said. "You didn't. But now you know who you are."
"And why—why—"
"Four," van Alen ordered.