Relief filled Thomas as he and Odda headed down the path to Torht’s workshop. Leaving Bebbanburg not only left behind his tangled relationship with Nona but also the dark whispers that murmured behind his back at Oswy’s fortress. The bright sunshine and clear blue sky helped to lift his spirits further.
Missy’s ears perked forward as she stepped along the path. Thomas suspected she recognized the path and was eager to get to the house of the Horseclan Fey.
But he could not leave all his troubles behind. His most immediate problem could not be so easily escaped. It was as close as Odda’s arms encircling his middle, and more to the point, to the feeling of the boy in his mind, nestled up against him like a devoted puppy. That feeling had gone from being an alien sensation to a familiar c
