On the southbound journey, her Sildahni escort pushed forward at a steady pace. The men were quieter than usual, which left her alone with her uncomfortable thoughts. I’m not responsible for Fis. She has chosen to live in that cave and die there. Hour after hour, Irenya stared between her horse’s ears, turning the seer’s words inside out, upside down, looking for double meanings. She scratched her itching skin, drank more water, and went through it all again, argument chasing argument and always finishing with Mikey’s name on her blistering lips. Each time it seemed to her that she had missed something. Fis had made only one reference to the griffin, and that was to do with ‘messenger for change’ and something about the ‘MageVoice’. And what was it Leachim said about her calling the griffi
