Chapter 43

Janna answered. “This is a pet Frye picked up along the way. Markle. He’s a fisherman from a northern coastal town. He has a singing magic, so we brought him back for you.”

Sabriea gently pat Janna’s cheek, and the other woman beamed. “You did well, Janna. Exactly as you should have.” She walked closer to Markle, inspecting him minutely. “A singing magic. How interesting. I’ve never heard of that branch before, but it does make sense. Magana is foolish in the ways she blesses the people. You’ve disabled his abilities?”

“Yes, he’s under a silencing spell.”

She made an appreciative noise. “Excellent. I’m pleased you had the foresight to keep him functional. It was worth the risk to keep his magic intact.” She turned to Janna. “How did his magic work?”

Varner spoke up. “We had them both tied up, Priestess. But then the little pet started to sing a song about lighting bonfires and their ropes burst into flames.”