CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Donovan stared at the leader of Palindrom. Anton was not lying when he said the man had not aged. Donovan remembered the man clearly from his early days here. Cygnus was tall, yet not overwhelmingly so. Standing nearly six feet, his body was lithe and his movements graceful. His hair reached midway down his back and remained a golden blonde color. There was no sign of wrinkles on his face and his eyes were as bright green as they had been the first time Donovan saw them.
“It is good to see you again, Donovan. I did not think I would see you so soon, though. It has been, what, sixty years?” Donovan smiled. “At least,” he replied. “You haven’t changed a bit in all that time.”
Cygnus returned the old monk’s smile. “I have changed, just not on the outside.” Calderon looke
