“How was the feast?” Nikiti asked as they dismounted.
It was Tor’s day, and they were enjoying the sanctuary of the small glade. Despite everything that had happened the day before, Alexis was determined to keep her promise to the swans. They led their horses to the water’s edge to drink from the pond.
Alexis hesitated as a raven flew overhead, returning to the castle. The suns’ light glinted off the silver talisman around its neck. It was ten years since the raven left Centaur Valley to live on Milagros, but there was no word as to how the spell entrapping the sorceress in the gem could be reversed. Because of Artac, Alexis knew Absalom wandered the island looking for something that only the wizard could fathom.
Is the raven following him or was it on its own quest?
She remembered
