December 27, 1371
December 27, 1371Saint John the Evangelist’s Day
Saint John the Evangelist’s DayI sat up with a gasp. My heart was racing.
But no child screamed for aid. The solar was filled with nothing more threatening than the glow of the moon and the stirrings of the wind. I could smell the promise of yet more rain and hear the waves of the sea. I reassured myself that I was safe and took a deep breath.
Then choked upon it when I saw something glitter and spin on the far side of the chamber.
The silhouette of a man was barely discernible as he held his hand high, that glittering trinket evidently strung on a cord. It glimmered again as it spun and I realized what it was.
The key to Merlyn’s box.
The key that hung upon the red silken cord around my neck. My hand rose to my ches
