“I am sorry,” he said, dully. “Your arrival came as a bit of a shock. I could not let the others know that I recognized you.”
She smiled, though it did not reach her eyes. “I was not sure that you would.”
“You look just like your mother, Maia. A proud beauty. And I see myself in your face as well. I had no doubts from the first moment I saw you step from the boat. But you cannot stay here, my daughter. You do not belong in this world.”
“It is you who does not belong. Why do you not come away with me?”
“I cannot,” Huw said, in an agonized whisper. “I have another life now.”
She frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
He tried to explain, and the words came out in a flood that added little to her understanding. “Eira and I were given the gift of sight, long ago. We knew evil days were comi
