“If they have paid homage to their own past and protected it, I should think so.”
“Do we have reason to fear them?”
“We have reason to leave them upon their perches,” Oldwin said. “Yet, if the wayward bird were to find herself upon our shores, we would maintain our innocence in the matter.”
“I see,” Eoghan said. A Ravenwood. Here. He’d never seen one with his own eyes. He’d never considered that he might want to. But now it was all he could consider. All he could think about. A Ravenwood. His bride. Uniting a past to bring it into the future.
“I'm rather glad I cannot read your mind,” Oldwin said.
“Yes. Be glad of it. For you have given me a gift and you do not even know it!”
Oldwin’s slithering grin had Eoghan thinking the sorcerer knew exactly the gift he’d given, and Eoghan was ag
