“What has happened here?” Mavra asked, worried suddenly that her concerns had manifested themselves in the guise of some disaster or other.
“Mistress, Handel awaits you inside,” Aynel said solemnly, and beckoned her forward.
Eager to see what had befallen one of the foremost amongst the Merdonese, Mavra almost jumped up into the wagon, catching her shin on the wooden steps, and remembering at the last moment to conduct herself properly. She opened the doors of the caravan slowly. Inside, Venla was sat opposite Handel, who looked up at her with reverence in his eyes. “Mistress, I have been visited.”
Mavra frowned. “What do you mean?”
“The three wizards, the ones that gave the responsibility for saving the innocents over into our hands. They have spoken to me.”
“I don't understand. How
