I swallow again, trying not to take it personally. She’s grieving, and of course she’d like to have someone to help her get through it. Maybe she has friends among the Gods coming to the ball tomorrow. That might cheer her up a little.
“Gwain, would you mind drawing up a contract to put what we just discussed into writing?” I ask the Master of Arms.
“Of course, Your Highness. I will present it to both of you to sign before dinner. By then I’ll also be able to give you a list of the officers I recommend to travel to the Spring Realm. Storm, let me know if you have anyone you think should go.”
“Flora, will you be able to give us the information you promised?” I ask, trying not to sound too impatient. She’s able to get us closer to the Morrigan, but the longer it takes for us to find out m
