“No,” He shook his head. “I have faith though. Things will be better now,” he signed.
“Were you and Theirn there when the prince was killed?”
“Ask him. He will be happy to give all the details. Perhaps even without embroidering them.”
And indeed Theirn was, and did, without too much embroidery. When he had finished, the villagers were momentarily silent. Then a cheer arose so loud it echoed off the mountains. The children, of which there were only a few, surrounded Castien and begged for him to show them some magic now that it had been revealed he was a mage. With a laugh he complied, juggling small balls of fire before he sent them spinning skyward to explode in flares of colored lights.