CHAPTER 17
Gwen
Gwen stood before a crescent-shaped stone table, where seven people were seated and stared at her. Marjorie sat in the center, with three men to her right and three women to her left. When Marjorie had told her that the Council wanted to see her, she had no idea how intimidating it would be.
Each of the members was middle-aged, with Marjorie clearly being the eldest. They all matched her, wearing the same silver trimmed blue robes. Gwen felt n***d under their eyes like they could see into her mind and read her thoughts. It was foolish of her to feel that way, she knew, but she felt so vulnerable in their presence.
“Quinlee rí Túath,” Marjorie said. “Welcome to the Council of Librarians. As you know, we are all wizards. Like all Prestiges, we seek knowledge and power. Th
