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‘I think so,’ whispered Indira, gazing at our griffin companion like a woman ensorcelled.
If true, the implications were astounding. It has long been supposed that magickal beasts are drawn to the magick that soaks every inch of a Dell or Enclave. What if, sometimes, it was the other way around? What if it was the beasts who brought the magick to the Dells? Or some combination of the two?
We’d let griffins die out. They’d been hunted for their claws and horns and bones: “For he hath his talons so long and so large and great upon his feet, as though they were horns of great oxen or of bugles or of kine, so that men make cups of them to drink of. And of their ribs and of the pens of their wings, men make bows, full strong, to shoot with arrows and quarrels.” (Mandeville again). Their t
