Tristram did not sleep for hours. Something was trying to dawn on him. Memories tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.
Regina was back in his life. Ivan was back in his life. Pyran, suddenly back in his life…and now old Fred Morris…
Tristram shivered.
His grandfather Toby Jones looks upon him with disgust and disappointment.
His grandfather Toby Jones looks upon him with disgust and disappointment.“You have lost the opal, Tristram…” he groans, his face pale.
“You have lost the opal, Tristram…” he groans, his face pale.“How could you?”
“How could you?”Tristram whimpered. “I have sinned against the spirit. I am damned for all eternity, and I am only fifteen years old!”
A terrible, hollow doom sat on Tristram’s chest for hours.
Then, at some point, on the thresh-hold bef
