“I have no reason to believe that he does.” But it’s clear by Palamedes’ grim expression that this fact has done nothing to comfort him. “The trouble is, the Necrolord Prime lies: to armies, and governments, and refugees, and his dearest followers. Even if he is telling the truth now, I have no reason to believe that he would inform me if he did remember, and no idea what he would do.”

Pal has been staring hard at the opposite wall. Now, he drops his gaze to meet Cecelia’s. “I know we are not our doubles. The two of us are proof enough of that.” He almost smiles. “I’m not worried about that other John. It’s the one out there right now that I don’t trust.”