CABAL’S FACE HARDENED as he stared at the portrait. Tom waited patiently for his response. “If it’s not her,” Tom began, “then who is it, and why the resemblance?”
“It is Sarah,” Cabal answered softly. “A younger elfin version of Sarah.” He studied the portrait. “Elf children age quickly, like human growth the first ten to twelve years of their lives. Once they enter adulthood, the aging process slows considerably. This must be a coming of age portrait. Sarah would have sat for this for her fiftieth birthday.”
Tom shook his head in amazement. “How is that possible, Cabal? She grew up in St. Louis. Just like the rest of us. She couldn’t be the girl in the portrait.”
Cabal turned to gaze at the other portraits that lined the large dining hall. “These are all portraits of the royal family,
