Chapter 15

He said, “There’s magic here.”

“As long as we remain below.” A small copper fish peeked out of sea-foam hair; the King stroked it with a finger, and it swam free. “We are safe while we are secluded. Hidden. Protected. You were invited; you heard us; you came. You will remain as well, and never leave.”

To Cade this sounded eminently reasonable; he nodded.

“Our world is at your disposal.” The Sea King moved away, a dismissal; tossed back more words his direction like skipping-stones: “You may have any unoccupied chamber you would like. The libraries are in the east rooms; someone will guide you. You may find something of interest to fill your time.”

“Thank you,” Cade said to the sea, “thank you—”

They were gone. He got to his feet, vaguely embarrassed and ungraceful. His hair fanned out around his face, blending with ocean; a good sign, he decided. He could stay here.