His eyes grow wide and we both stare at the wand in awe and confusion. Could it be?
What if this is the wand that was used to curse Ladon? That would mean Merlin is the one responsible for his misery. For the deaths of all those people.
But why? Why would he do something like that?
I run my fingers over the scales thoughtfully, my mind racing.
Maybe it looks like this because he used it on my father, the sea witch. We already know that Merlin had a motive to attack him.
I look back up at Iseldir who is stroking his beard, probably pondering the same things as me. “You must find your father,” he says firmly. “He will be able to tell you if the wand was used on him. Until then, don’t tell Ladon about this. Not until we know for sure what happened.”
“Why?” I ask incredulously. Hiding
