Present Day
Just after the midday meal, there was a knock at the chamber door.
Yelena and Tillie had conscripted Tillie’s brothers and nephew Corin into a long overdue lesson at the dining room table, and the three human boys laboured reluctantly over chalkboard, reproducing the Fae alphabet, whilst Corin stuttered over the History of War book that Greshyn had produced from amongst his possessions.
The boy’s complaints were many, bitter, and creative, often invoking Lord Sylvin as reason for them needing to be free of the unfair educational torture.
Eustice set her sewing aside and rose to answer the summons.
One of Macedius’ blue and yellow clad mages stood on the other side. “The Lady Yelena is to accompany me,” she announced.
Greshyn, one hand braced against the tabl
