Chapter 9I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease
that I spit on more than treachery.
—Aeschylus
Retiring Room at the Hangar
“You are really my Warriors?” Meg asked.
“Yes, I’m Tarin, the Duke of WaterClan and this is Samuel James Johnson, Duke of EarthClan. We live at Falling Waters, the estate of the Duchy of WaterClan near our daughter, Sara, her WarriorPair, Mark and Juraens, and Sara’s son, Michael. Midnight and now Snowy live with us as do you, dearheart.”
“I’m a very simple fem from a small village in Ireland where I worked as a seamstress and took in laundry. I’m not talented or special,” Meg temporized.
“Not special? According to Sara, Syn, Adele, Ellen, and Anya, you designed and sewed all of their dresses for this event in a matter of days, in addition
