The revelation struck them all silent.
Finally, Shadow and the others understood, Caedmon was Master Anselm's own pupil.
But Caedmon drew back, wary and sharp. "Brother? I owe you no such bond. Do not claim kinship where there is none."
The guard exchanged looks... half envy, half amusement. To be of the High Seer's own order was honor enough for many, yet he stood as untamed as ever.
Ismerie pressed a hand to her brow. She had imagined her fellow pupil gentle and quiet... never this prickly, fierce young wolf. But the cloud‑pendant could not lie.
"Believe it or not," she said firmly, "this was Master Anselm's wish. I am bound to guide you. When all is set right here, you will come with me to the Great Cathedral and answer to the elderly."
"Why should I obey you?" he snapped. "An
