“I’m here to look for a missing girl I suspect has found her way to your door.”
“And your friend?”
Yabbashael’s voice was maddening. So many voices at once. Commanding. Voices of authority.
“He’s to assist me for I suspect the search will not be an easy one.”
Suddenly Yabbashael was beside me, taller. Her eyes were gazing into mine. I could feel her inside my mind.
::Morgan Berry?::
I squinted. Her lips didn’t move, but that voice. So loud in my head.
“Yes,” I replied.
In an instant she was on the other side of me. She peered into my eyes once more then returned, in the blink of an eye, to the foot of the rocky incline.
::You may enter,::she said at last, ::with good will and love.::
“I thank you, Yabbashael.” Reginald bowed again and returned to Duchess.
“Who is she?” I whispered.
“Shhh!”