Chapter 61

　　“Do you really think that?” I asked her anxiously as she sat me on a bench against the sun-warmed wall. “Do you think he will fail?”

　　“I don’t know,” she sighed, looking out across the garden. “But he says his mother told him that he was cold, cruel and power hungry when she cast him out with the destiny spell and knowing Queen Leamoira... well,” she smiled down at me. “I wouldn’t worry myself, Siorin. Rivyn has the uncanny ability to land on his feet.”

　　I sighed.

　　“Your mother,” she said plucking a weed from the garden. “Would be proud of you, if she lives.”

　　“What happened to her, and my father?” I had not wanted to ask the question, uncertain if knowing, or not, would be worse, but she was waiting for it to be asked.