“My thanks. If I could see my grandmother very quickly, I will be gone,” Gailin nervously added.
Both Goren and Paget objected. “Surely you can stay for lunch at least,” suggested Goren. Perhaps they were unaware of who she really was and all the awkwardness her presence must bring through their doors.
Gailin sighed with regret as well as to ease the tension she felt. “I'm sorry, I cannot. I am the Queen of Healing and there is much that is demanding my attention. It is a compulsion…” Now Paget had to know.
Paget looked down, almost with sadness in her eyes. “I hear that word, compulsion, often. I'm sorry. I will take you to your grandmother.”
Gailin followed Paget to a door just off the foyer to where her grandmother had been warmly housed. There was a fire at a brazier with her conco
