“Now, there are a few more things I have not been able to tell you that might come up. Whatever you do, you must not make him any promises or oaths. Use words like 'alright' rather than 'yes', or nod rather than admit to anything,” Vamilion instructed. In the back of his mind she could hear his running pace as he trotted to catch up with her, running at an oblique angle so he would not get too close but would arrive at his closest approach before she reached her home.
“Why must I not make any promises or oaths?” she asked, wishing she could stop and rest for a bit.
“He will know that you are a Wise One if you do. When we make a solemn oath or vow…it changes us. Someday you'll see. We appear as the King or Queen we are, fit to live in one of those grand palaces and this change in appearan
