“What?” said Tristan.
“Haven’t they come back?” said Niamh.
Tristan shook his head. The sisters glanced at each other, their faces turning pale, lines creasing around their eyes. Fear rose in Tristan’s throat. In all the time he had known them Marsaili and Niamh had never been fazed by anything. At least they never let it show.
“How did the Princess even manage to go after Falkor?” said Tristan.
The sisters glanced at each other again. “We helped her,” said Niamh eventually.
“What were you thinking?” said Tristan, his eyes growing wide.
“She’s the Princess,” said Marsaili defiantly. “We don’t control her actions, we just keep her safe.”
“And how do you do that when you don’t even know where she is?”
“She’s more capable than you know,” said Niamh.
“We might not know where she is,”
