“What did the letter from our grandparents say?” Calliope asked as she worked. “Are they well?”
Lucius did not answer immediately, but spoke after a few seconds. “They are well, and they miss you terribly.”
“I wish we could see them,” Calliope said, and the thought must have been pleasant to her because she began to hum.
The tune was one Lucius recognized, for his sister Alene, before she was murdered, used to sing it to Calliope and Phoebus as babies. Calliope had absorbed the melody and it had become a part of her.
“They would all love to see you, my girl,” Lucius said as she finished wrapping his limbs and helping him put on his tunic. “Let’s go find the others.”
It was a sunny day and the birds were loud and joyous in the air about Ynis Wytrin.
Lucius found himself enjoying the w
