The crystal-gazing hadn’t seemed like such a big step, after all, Mama dabbled from time to time. It was just the sort of party trick any of the station wives might perform for charity. Even some of the Fleming relations looked favourably on reading fortunes from the cards. Trix knew that as a child she had seen things that nobody else seemed able to and it had frightened her but she put that knowledge behind her.
It was more difficult to ignore her brother’s hostility. Rud had been so absolute in his dismissal. He’d meant well, of course, with his ‘Trix, do have a care’.
Care. She would be bringing him something worse than care if she let him into the secret. Her mind went back, flinching, to the images that had swelled into life once the crystal had darkened and cleared: tiny but vivid
