02 - The Mage's Daughter by Lynn Kurland

Author:Lynn Kurland [Kurland, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy Fiction, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, General, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780425219164
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Published: 2008-01-07T22:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Fifteen

Miach walked through the passageways of Lismòr, on the hunt for a particular gel that he'd somehow lost during the night.

That didn't surprise him. Morgan had still been sharpening her sword when he'd finished with his work. He understood it; keeping busy kept the demons at bay. But sleep was also a necessity after a certain point, so he'd begged her to lie down next to him and at least try to sleep a little. She had, but reluctantly. He begun the tale of Tharra of Fearann Fàs, but apparently fallen asleep himself before he'd finished it. He had woken to find his blades placed next to him and Morgan gone. He could still sense her within Lismòr's walls, though, so he knew she'd kept her promise.

He wondered how much it had cost her.

Which he would go find out once he'd made another turn about the courtyard and rid himself of his own unease. He blew out his breath. If the assault on his spells in the fall had been a light rain, what was happening presently was a downpour. Only half of what he'd repaired the previous night had still been sound last night.

And still there was something that was covering the kingdom, something that was subtle, but so insidiously evil that even he had to shudder a bit when he faced it.

He dragged his hand through his hair. They would go that night and see what he could discover. It bothered him not to have any sense of the creatures that seemed to stalk Morgan, but perhaps he could do so if he tried a bit harder. It was—or had been—the burden of Adhémar's kingship to sense fully what went on in the realm, though his brother had never been very good at it. Miach had always had a very clear awareness of his spells and what might have been attacking them, but the other… nay, he hadn't had that gift.

Unless it was used to sense Morgan.

Perhaps he would be wise to stretch himself and see if he couldn't acquire an impression of what hunted them. He certainly couldn't go all over the realm himself and kill things that he couldn't sense until they were upon him.

He continued to walk until he was standing in front of the doorway of the library. He opened the door, then looked inside.

Morgan was there, as he had suspected. She was sitting at one of the long tables with books spread out in front of her. Her sword was on that table and she was fingering the hilt of Mehar's dagger. At least she was holding it without shuddering—something she wouldn't have done in the fall. That boded well.

She looked up at the sound of the door shutting behind him.

And she smiled.

It winded him. He managed a polite nod to Master Dominicus, then walked over to sit on the corner of her table.

"Well, don't you look bright-eyed this morning," he said. "Been at it long?"

"Long enough to irritate Master Dominicus.

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