CHAPTER 6
George knocked on Ceridwen’s door for his Tuesday afternoon session with determination. No more ancient history for him. He planned an end run around whatever topics she had in mind and swore she wouldn’t divert him this time.
He joined her in her comfortable library, and she rose from her desk near the window to greet him. She was tall, older than Gwyn but still only middle-aged, and it occurred to him again to wonder just how old she was. She summoned hot tea for them both and they settled in the chairs in front of the fire to enjoy it.
“We missed you and Rhodri at this morning’s hunt,” George said.
“We were with Seething Magma and her sister Ash Tremor, setting up a class schedule.”
“Have you decided who will be teaching the rock-wights to read?” George asked.
“It’s almo
