CHAPTER NINETEEN
I gave an appreciative whistle.
Eva turned to us with a tired smile as she held open one hand. Her broom swooped into her hold, and she moved over to stand before us with shimmering eyes. “A great pity I have not the strength I once had, or you would have seen a greater mending than that.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
She grasped the broom in both hands and sighed. “There was a time when the magic was stronger in the Land, but it has grown tired over the last century.” Her bright expression faltered a little as she turned her face slightly away from us and stared at the ground. A few whispered words slipped from her lips. “Or perhaps I am the one who has grown tired…” She shook herself and her smile returned. “But I feel that I haven’t thanked you
