Chapter 31

　　“And you mother sees that as cruel and...”

　　“Cold, was the term she used,” he agreed. “Ah,” he commented as a cottage tucked amongst the trees appeared before us. “We must be on the outskirts of the village. There was one particular case which I guess was the last straw for her, where a man promised his first born in exchange for a potion to save his dying wife and tried to renege on the promise, the punishment of which is transmutation into a donkey for ten years.”

　　“For breaking a promise, he would spend ten years as a donkey?”

　　“That particular promise, yes. Lies and broken promises are despised above all things. Fae cannot lie. We can omit, mislead and evade,” there was a smile to his voice, “but lying is an ability we do not share with mankind, and we look poorly upon it as too often mankind uses this skill to defraud us.”

　　“How odd.”

　　“Can you recall ever lying?” he asked me.